White Road

Water is rushing, but nothing is seen

We feel the water at our feet, so cold

Leave the tunnel, you are engulfed by green

We enter the next to smell moss and mold

The sound of the water is revealed now

It is a huge man made slide, built for kings

The dark, smelly hike was all worth it, wow

We climb up the rope, our nerves shake and sing

We take turns sliding, we are all smiles

The rush paused by the cold, it’s cold as snow

In the moment, not the hike, it’s miles

We use a flashlight in the dark to glow

The hike back feels so much shorter than there

Smiles are big, and moss is in our hair