• trudging through the snow,
    wondering where to go.

    Then we see that icy peak,
    it's slippery slope we seek.

    We begin the hot cold journey,
    beneath a cold windy furry.

    we pick up our knees,
    and slip through the trees.

    To go where we long,
    so we must be strong.

    Eventually we make it,
    and up the back we go.

    we postition ourselves atop,
    and then we hit the snow.

    flying down the slope,
    in seconds it's all done.

    we start back up again,
    for a second run.

    and for hours we make the trip,
    going up, and coming down,

    tracing our tracks before,
    in icy muddy ground.

    and before we know it,
    cold and dripping wet.

    we all lay in the snow,
    enjoying sweet cold sweat.

    And then we decide to go,
    our hearts back at home,

    with dreamy hot coco,
    toped with delicate foam.

    so we make the journey back,
    back through our tracks...

    but look back, just to see,
    the peak where our glee,

    was.