Snowy Mountains

Snowy mountains looming ahead 
White coats protecting them, 
Towering over everything else 
Like kings that they are. 

I’m going up the chairlift, 
Clouds of snow out of reach 
I long for it, 
Sent above the trees, 
Their leaves glimmer in the harsh light of the sun, 
These trees are merely servants to these kings. 

At the top wind whips me wildly
I do not have time to worry.

I speed down the slope, 
Carving into the mountain's coat.

Trees try to block me 
Wind tries to stop me
Snow clumps I don’t care, 
Wind is relentless I don’t give in, 

As I near the foot 
The coat becomes thin, 

Their feet are unprotected 
So I stop, 
I have conquered the slope.