Snow Peaks

The wind whispers about the still peaks of high mountains dressed in their white gowns as if readying for a grand ball where a prince would come to meet his bride all dressed in white. The clouds too linger there about the slopes, transfixed by the sparkle of their garments but the winds forbid them to remain amidst this magic land. They leave in tears that turn at once to snowflakes adding more brilliance when the sun reigns once again.