emerging from the fog below
every tree shrouded in white
the ice chilled me.
sun now and blue sky,
we are rolling down hill now,
we break on rocks or find our way around,
we may roll to a stop at a snowbank
our tracks may be uneven or unsure
some of us will gather speed on a downhill
forming a path for others
I saw all this on the mountain under
sunshine and blue sky
the world was beautiful
we are all beautiful.