Rapidly down the mountainside,
The pure powdery snow spraying!
Nearer to vast sapphire skies,
And long ere a perplexed purple.
Bracing winds travel from afar,
And carelessly tousle the hair,
Long after the mists of orange,
In the treasured golden noon,
On the other side of the moon!
Enormous speeds are attained,
As wild laughter is trailing,
Like a first trip on ocean blue,
And the view from the railing.
Side to side in and out of trees,
Snow sprinkled, sunlit emeralds.
This could be the meaning of free,
Racing the wind no cares behind me!