Feisty little maple holding on tight to its red brilliance

Birch leaves swish in the trees like butterflies

Twisting winding rivers crashing against the rocks in their path

Rapids formed, earth smoothed away

The littlest lone tree stands at the mountain peek

Exclaiming victory over the valley

Mountaintops on the horizon

But separated by a very large chasm

Seeing the earth drop straight down from the track

I look across the chasm and wonder

If I too may claim victory over the valley