Trundling up in this chairlift
Hunching into my collar
Higher and higher
Colder and colder
Leaving behind the clamour
Of those who, ant-like
Follow each other
Down the lower slopes
I am first
To reach the top
Lifting the safety bar
Sliding on to the waiting piste
A crown of peaks all around
Sharp, snow covered
Under the blue sky
They watch me
I am centre stage
Racing down the mountain
Hearing the sliding of my skis
On the new snow
And there, I heard that voice say
Play on, little one, this is your day.
