The snow and the ocean

Breathe out, breathe in I can't see the oxygen. 

The sun reflected off the water making the water shine like a dime.

The board beneath my feet is where the water and I really like to meet. 

I paddle out beyond the break. 

Standing up legs start to shake. 

The waves crashing really seem like snow. 

That's where I know I want to go. 

As the seasons turned,

Here I am I have returned. 

The snow first came into contact at the age of four and since then I wanted to see it more. 

The trees covered like cakes, my mouth filling up with snowflakes. 

The sun is as yellow as my happiness, I never want to leave this place. 

The board beneath my feet is also where the snow and I meet. 

Breathe out, breathe in I can see it, it's shown.

This place really feels like home. 

Both sports dance on nature hills, 

And they both still give me the chills.