When I get on my
Bike,
I can pedal to my
Heart's content.
I glide down the hill,
As if there's no bumps
Or turns to
Avoid or to
Pass
Over.
On a shady day, there's
Sunshine, only but a
Patch.
I stay there, and soak
Up the warmth, like
I'd soak up love.
Then there is a
Hill.
I get to the top after
Pedaling, pedaling, pedaling
My troubles away.
