Spring Cyclist

The birds seem to glide

Past me as I ride

My bicycle down the road.

Soft clouds gently hide

The sun as I ride

My bicycle down the road.

Tree after tree waves to me;

Flowers turn to smile at me;

And the cool breezes

Help me get home.

The sweet gentle showers

With mystical powers

Give the Spring

A taste of joy

Never known.

All worries aside

For me as I ride

My bicycle down the road.

Enjoy the Ride!

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