Mountains

Making mountains Under sheets of snow Covered now From head to toe Dazzling beauty Sparkling night Beams of glory First rays of light Your eyes, they dance With the waning light Fresh tracks Crisp air Dew like dream crystals Wet your hair Hands are clasping Breaths burning hot These mountains roll These peaks and slopes I slide my mind Across each sacred spot Morning whispers Streams, rivers Trees and boulders Trail from your shoulders Skiing down I rush to solace The valley of invigorating life Amidst the hills that sing and sigh