The frost is catching in my nose

My lungs are filled with love and cold

My legs and back flex with

a aging cracking pose

The beuty of a mountain bold

Keeps the skin in mere hold

Joyful times of merigold

Stunning mountain wiewes

The spirit fills with everlasting laughing fuels

Oh yes its early in the morning i know

One must warm the scars that doesnt show

Il just phuck it and hit the slope and bar

This Grand fluffy snow in the glow

takes us beond further and far