Lush landscape of life

An up and down, continuous flow,
Mountains and valleys of life.
And, though you'll always hit more valleys,
The mountains remain monsterous.
With hues of colors to accent their peaks,
They stand for the happiest of times.
And when love bursts through the atomosphere,
New beaus only see the dark blue sky of power.
The amorous embraces and kisses,
Color the mountain with yellow and pink roses.
It is when lovers face distance and isolation,
That they start to tumble down toward the valley.
Agony colors the valley red, blood-red,
Like a wolf snared by a bear trap.
Broken hearts and tears darken the sky,
Hiding the blazing sun of life,
Bringing fourth down-pours of rain and lightening,
Churning the rich, black soil into a glue,
That causes the courters to get stuck in a rut,
But momentarily.
For when the season changes to winter,
And pure, white snow fills the valley,
Covers the mountains,
The lovers have a clean slate to begin anew.
The mountains smile down upon them,
Because they know,
That although life has more depressions,
It is their beautiful ascents,
That leave the most important, lasting impression,
And truly define life.