Poem:

Melting snows renew themselves

On mountain tops so high

That they surely gather fast

Beneath an angry sky.

So do souls, brave, unafraid

Of life’s winds that blow,

Standing permanent and firm,

Gathering like the snow.

Lagging spirits may rejoin

Life’s great marathon,

Once again get in the race,

Rekindled and reborn.

Until  hope and sweet desire

Blend in spite of strife,

With the snows that form upon

Mountain tops of life.