Smokey Mountains
Still and plain
On its horizon
Questions raised
As a hand
Reaching for the sky
The range seems to call
As it crests at different heights
Should I move?
Or must I stay still?
I am dared to do
May I be killed?
Strength in silence
May appear as weakness
Thought and patience
A cloak not meekness
Standing strong
As the omnipresent watches
Mountains ever a witness
To the great virtue of prudence
*Inspired by the art work of Clark Ensminger
Copyright 2015
-Miguel Perez-Santalla
The Metamorphosis of Life 