years skiing down steeper inclines,
tickling cheeks, melting on chapped lips,
cold North wind freezing toes and fingertips.
rushing a peaceful mind,
wanting to share each thrill for a lifetime,
millions who are forced to inhabit,
dry arid lands, hot and desertic,
from sensations of such a kind.
the burning sun in desert sands,
they live there, just cannot understand,
no chance of fleeing to a better land.
Always fighting for shade, ever thirsty,
of hardship and insecurity.
them snowflakes and less misery.