As I Sit Here Poem by Deanna Samuels

As I sit here resting
on a bench along the road side,
the view takes my breath away.
I am truly humbled.
In front of me,
the majestic Rocky Mountains,
snow-capped, dark and looming.
Fir trees growing thickly upon them,
reaching up to the very crags of bare rock
high, high up upon the mountain cliff face.
Towering over the nearby town,
stretching down to nearby homes and shops,
these mountains, magnificent, commanding
gives one a feeling of insignificance.
We, a tiny scrap of short-lived humanity
while they hold firm,
unchanging in their immense stature
throughout the millennia of time.