Standing at the Edge
Looking down
Earth below

Rocky peaks
Sparse trees
Silence of the snow

Blue sky above
Water dark blue below
Clouds drifting by

Turning to face the sun
Gliding down
Over the rise

Faster now
As I go
Feeling the wind

Carving a turn
Powder in flight
Direction is changed

Through the trees
I fly
As I take flight on a rise

Feeling as free
As a bird
And light as one too

Breathing in cool air
Cheeks all flush
From cold winters stare

My flight is now done
But the runway awaits
Another flight