As I wipe the sleep from my eyes, they open up wide when they see
the face of our ancestors in the snow which lays upon the mountainside.
A reminder to me, to us, that our lives, ever fleeting, ever moving,
are far from never impacting for we leave our mark wherever we go.
Walk gently dear souls across our land, knowing all we do cannot be undone.
Be kind, be true, be ever faithful to your heart, and quiet those running thoughts.