The wind rushing by my face
The sun beating down against me
In awe of all of the open space
Now knowing what it is like to be free
Skiing is like a doughnut
Powder is like the icing
It’s almost as unknown as a Chinese water nut
It is like a shoe string
Skiing is crazy
It fills people with joy
Even when it is hazy
Skiing I don’t need a toy
Skiing takes people on a ride
It almost feels like you are about to glide