The Mountain Behind Us

There's this mountain that sits behind me

And the first snow embraces the grass

The rivers and streams hurry onward
While I stand still beside

Amidst an upward climb, 
droplets of life, hidden below

While others had fallen, a spot of color amidst the road.

Is that all we can ask for along our journey?

Some pass in pairs

Others pass alone

Once finished, never finished, there's a road ahead.

I guess brief moments, from specific angles, 

are gifts from above.