When I went up the hill,
For an adventurous trip & felt the thrill,
Of admiring nature at its best,
With its sparking peak and lakes at rest.
Something struck me,
Something hurt me,
As I was unable to decide,
Was it a happy sight?
Suddenly, tears rolled down
From my welled up eyes,
As I saw the beautiful snow,
Melting and surging ahead in a turbulent flow.
The ice that once proudly lay cool,
A top in tranquility
Flowed down as an up-roaring stream
Agitated at its lost identity.
Oh! What a sight it was,
Which in my life left a pause…