Snowy Mountain

I see the crisp air smoothly flowing at the mountain's peak

I think to myself how lucky I am to be here, what a treat

I smell the cold air drifting past me as I ski down the snow as fast as a wagon

I feel the warm toasty fire as I walk back to my cozy cabin

I'm going so fast I can't feel my hair

I look to my right and I see a bear 

I lose control and tumble down the hill

I can't move I'm completely still