As I push from side to side,
I execute the perfect glide.
Stroking, curving left to right,
On a blanket of glassy white.
With just one tweak of my blade,
I can fly into the air unafraid.
As I land on the polished ice, all I hear,
Is a roaring, thunderous cheer.
With one more step, I start to spin,
And finish with a brilliant grin.
As I leave my precious ice,
I realize, nothing else will suffice.