Like a point on a mountain, here is a view.
Like a slice of heaven, one for me and one for you.
The snow covers rock, looking smooth and so fine,
The edges cut sharp down the thick ragged line.
Green steadies in, to bring back the joy,
Man can't go without temptation, old or just a boy.
The shades radiate to light, a bright spark in the dark,
The sun is shining blindingly, bringing life out the dull bark.