[FONT="]As the sun peeks over the rugged horizon,
It chews away the snow from the mountain tops.
What were once peaks of sugary white,
Have become cascades of their natural selves.
They seem to stretch and reach the sky,
Like a curtain rising on center stage.
A new painting every day, new life in every way.
All of them there for all to see,
I think with tears, why not you and me.
Not tears of sadness, long since gone by,
Tears of perfection caressed by clear blue skies.
No words to say, no thoughts to speak,
Utterances absurd, left on every peak.[/FONT]
It chews away the snow from the mountain tops.
What were once peaks of sugary white,
Have become cascades of their natural selves.
They seem to stretch and reach the sky,
Like a curtain rising on center stage.
A new painting every day, new life in every way.
All of them there for all to see,
I think with tears, why not you and me.
Not tears of sadness, long since gone by,
Tears of perfection caressed by clear blue skies.
No words to say, no thoughts to speak,
Utterances absurd, left on every peak.[/FONT]