The Great Artist
Tyler Xiao, Division 1, 6th grade #ws17e-s3d1

The rolling sand slipped through my wind-blown hair and scratched against my bare legs as I charged toward the barren peak. I turned my gaze toward the distance, and was awed by the non-symmetric ripples that formed in the sand. It looked like an amazing painting, and its beauty made me stare at it endlessly. After many minutes of toil and sweat, I had finally reached the summit of Death Valley National Park.

With a hesitant feeling, I cautiously sat on my bright red plastic sled the shape of a saucer. Looking below me, I felt queasy as I saw how fast others were sliding down. All of a sudden, I felt a strong push from behind, and then, forgetting my fears, I was howling with exhilaration as I slid down the steep slope at the speed of light while giggling with never ending laughter. I felt the warm, sandy, crisp, air enveloping my face like a dusty rag. When I landed, I laid down, spread-eagled, with a big silly grin on my chubby face.

As the wind continued to blow aimlessly, I dragged the sled up toward the next dune ahead. My brother yelled in amazement, “Look at that peak!” As I turned around, my eyes widened and my jaw dropped to the ground upon seeing the view. My awe increased as I glanced at a giant mountain of sand the height of the Statue of Liberty above us. This one had bright red lines in the sand like a zebra’s stripes. The silhouette of the dune was breathtaking. It was as beautiful as sculpted abstract art.

Who could believe that a place so desolate, like Death Valley, could entertain me, exercise my body, and create such natural beauty? The vast sands had been altered by the wind. The gentle gales were like a paint brush stroking the sand’s canvas. This marvel was not by Picasso, but instead, Mother Nature.
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