My feet in my boots 

My boots on my skis

My skis on the snow

Snow on the ground 

Now the snow has turned into slush 

And then the trails filled with gravel and grass 

Not the best for skiing upon 

The snow did not last

It melted away quick 

And never came back

We used to ski as a way of life 

To survive 

To Hunt 

To Fish

To get around 

Now we ski on snow we make

Pristine

The best ever known 

A modern marvel

Snow that is made for only one purpose

Snow once was an obstacle 

Now a sport

And soon to become history

As the world slowly melts apart 

Unknown, what lies in the winter ahead?

Unknown, will we see snow again?

Unknown, is it to late?

So many unknowns to little answers 

What will you do to keep snow an adventure?