Mountain born and the summer

he was raised by the vigorous snow mountains,
she was,by the soothing wind of spring,
her clouds rested in his snowbed,
was the only place, she felt solace

warm breath, and the fragrance,
she's not born for his cold,
but the wind in her soul, stopped her and said
"he is the mountain born, you can't afford"

when cold is gone, winter is no more
the vally she seeks, alive and awake
she will be gone, so she leaves her things
for him to dream, those moments of her past and herself