I stand bravely at the top if the hill,
Pushing forward with silver poles.
I shove past everyone,
Wind streaking past my cheeks.
Turning them from tan to red,
The white powder turning to blue.
My heart beating so loud I think they can hear it,
A strange wild feeling in my chest.
I start to slowly ski downward,
Powder flying through the air.
I jump into the sky angry and happy at once,
Spinning into nothingness.
The world fading into a blur,
Joy becoming part of me.
My heart burning with the pride,
My coldness melting away.
I lean from left to right,
Picking up momentum at once.
The skis become part of me,
Like I was born to do this, just this.
I race down at alarming speeds,
Shooting past people and watching them fade into nothing.
I soak in the power,
Letting it drench me in it's glory.
Risking everything for nothing,
Because adrenalin is taking over.
Let your pain be handed over,
To the mountains and the landscape.
Let them take care of your problems,
Why don't you just relax?
