Smokey Mountain Morning

This is a short calming poem about a spring morn in the Smokey Mountains.

The sun slowly rises over the mountains.  As I am greeted with the pleasing aroma of freshly ground coffee, the crisp mountain air blows through my window.  The pine trees sway back and forth greeting me, as I awake.  This old cabin, with all of it's years, it stands tall and noble.  This morn has just began.