Smokies

Tunnels of towering trees 
Hills on all sides

Each display of autumn proving new 

And Captured in my mind 

Until it gets lost 

But for the next turn, the next bend 

The following rows and rows 

Of greens , reds, oranges 

Against the blue backdrop of the Smokies

the sun overhead casting shadows 

A time when I don’t mind feeling insignificant 

Against the immeasurable glory of these mountains 

I hear the consistency of the brook 

Sandwiched in between both sides

It always has, is and will be 

It’s constancy a reminder of things that are

Resulting in feelings of peace, awe and thanks