The snow is falling, soft and white,
A blanket of beauty, a pure delight.
The mountains glisten, a winter wonderland,
A skier’s paradise, a thrilling grand.
The skis beneath me, aperfect glide,
I soar through the powder, with grace and pride.
The wind in my hair, a symphony of sound,
As I dance down the mountain, with joy profound.
The trees rush by, a blur of green,
The world transformed, a surreal scene.
The snow beneath me, a cushion so soft,
I fly through the air, defying all aloft.
The sun shines down, a golden hue,
Casting a spell, making the dream come true.
The mountains rise, majestic and tall,
Guardians of winter, answering mycall.
Oh, skiing, how I love thee,
A sport of grace, a symphony for me.
When the snow falls, my heart takes flight,
In this winter wonderland, I find pure delight.
