My Bike

My bike is sitting there waiting for an adventure
As I approach, I already feel the wind in my hair
I can’t wait to ride my beautiful bike
Like a forest with a morning sky wrapped around its metal frame
I hop on and start riding out of the driveway
I’m going so fast everything seems blurry
Birds singing, kids playing, branches swaying
It can’t get better than this
As I ride over the rocky cement my voice sounds funny
After going up a steep hill I taste the sweat from my face
Zooming back down, the best thing of all
As I ride my wonderful bike I feel unstoppable
On my next adventure, anything is possible.