I woke up early a cold winter morning, 
To go skiing was anything but boring, 
It had been on my mind all year, 
For the snow i hold dear, 
 
The mountains high they stood, 
Covered in snow from head to foot, 
Up and down the slopes i went, 
The speed my ski poles had bent, 
 
From the slope i decided to venture out, 
My head filled with zero doubt, 
The snow was thick under my feet, 
Floating through untouched snow sheets, 
 
I did not realize i was lost, 
Until my fingers felt the frost  
I looked around there were no trees, 
My hands started to freeze, 
 
The moment i realized i was doomed, 
By the fog i was already consumed, 
Deeper and deeper i was sinking into the snow, 
I had nowhere to go, 

But then through the fog shone, 
A ray of hope, a way home, 
A way out i found, 
Familiar slopes i saw all around