Snow glistens in the morning sun,
Looking to the mount beyond,
I see now the end in sight.
Smiling I hop and swerve
The kindling Of excitement,
Starting the bonfire of my heart
I dodge the trees and rocks,
Jumping the bend I see the goal,
Gliding softly on the powdered snow.
When I reach it,
Back I go.
From the top I start again.
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