Season of the White Rush

At the peak where silence meets white Boards strapped tight ready for flight Snow blankets all pure and bright Down we carve spirits alight Glide glide on the snow's grace Fly fly in winter's embrace Mountains call in their frozen hush In this world we find our white rush Trails untouched our path we choose Each turn a brushstroke nature's muse Cold air bites adrenaline feeds In the rush of snow we're freed Glide glide on the snow's grace Fly fly in winter's embrace Mountains call in their frozen hush In this world we find our white rush Powder kicks up a swirling cloud Laughter rings joyful and loud Edges grip the slope we command Over white waves across snow land Sun dips low shadows stretch long One last run one final song Under ski lifts past pines we weave In these moments our dreams achieve Night falls stars on the rise By the fire we share our prize Stories of stunts of narrow paths Of winter's day and its snowy crafts Glide glide on the snow's grace Fly fly in winter's embrace Mountains call in their frozen hush In this world we find our white rush Morning breaks new snow falls soft On the peaks where we loft Boards ready the mountain anew To the slopes we remain true Glide glide on the snow's grace Fly fly in winter's embrace Mountains call in their frozen hush In this world we find our white rush As the season wanes our hearts hold tight To the white rush in the cool winter light Yearning for the snow's return For the mountain's call we always yearn