Guardian of the Mountain

A traveller walks the mountain path for days on end,
Through ancient storms he senses the coming of spring.
The winter air fuels a rage & leaves shreds of wings,
Inside him he feels the longing of the mountain.
 
Days of happiness drifts away in lingering cold,
Hibernates the weak of nature in a lake so old.
Protects every soul with warmth for coming of life,
Descents a man with touch of bliss in reprise.
 
A mountain sage waits for spring in cold forever,
Beneath the lake I immerse my soul in depth of winter.