Ski poem help

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I waje up in the morning, at the crack of dawn
I step out of bed and out comes a yawn
I put on my clothes, get ready to go
To ski the steeps in three foot snow
I grab my skis and walk out the door
These breathtaking views are what I adore.
I click into my bindings, strap into my boots
I go up the lift and stare at the chutes
I get to the top, and oh what a sight
three feet of powder reflecting the light.
I put on my headphones, turn on some Dead,
I pull down the hat that's covering my head.
I stand at the top, scoping out my line
Staring at the snow that is all mine.
I push off the top, and down the hill I go
This feeling I feel, you will never know.
The feeling of weightlessness, the feeling of floating
The feeling of standing on a river flowing
I link my turns, style is the key
Flying down the mountain, with this feeling of free
I come to a cliff, this part is fun
Soaring through the air, having a feeling like none
Crossing my feet, grabbing my skis
Riding away with a whole lotta steez.
Too bad for them who never leave the park
Not knowing this feeling, standing in the dark.
While I am here, light is what I see.
Knowing as long as there's powder, I will always be free.

that was done by Funkengruven

not a bad poem