Summers cage

Snow falls like leaves from a tree,
Blanketing the land in beautiful white,
The skier, locked from outside now free
Stands in the glowing light.

The sky blue, no cloud in sight,
The sun on the stage a brighted orb,
The skier like a bird in flight,
Soars on wings that were absorbed.

The trees bow when they go by,
Over hills paved with crystals, small and tiny
As they look up at the sky
They see pinpricks of light, bright and shiny

As night falls, quiet and deep
it lays on the land a veil of sleep.