Happiness

Cold winds, high altitude, heavy snowfall,

To most, components of a cold, slow death.

To me, they make nothing matter at all;

I stop in the cold to breathe a deep breath. 

Life is pointless without any relief, 

Sometimes, you need to shortly step away, 

When you need to sleep or to process grief;

For you cannot have all work and no play.

Happiness can come in a form of place,

It can also be found in your mind.

Like when I’m on a steep mountain face, 

Both are achieved, to the world I am blind.

That’s why I choose the mountains as mine;

They cleanse my soul and allow me to shine.