The Road Beneath My Feet

Silence. It envelopes the air around me,
Its dark, its quiet, its cold.
Light, it pierces my vision,
The light forest wind swirls through my grill,
Steady hands guide me, not by force but by will.
I gladly go where they ask me to.

A forest trail, a mountain road,
A winding country lane.
A desert track, a city bypass,
They all feel like an adventure,
Under my tyres, they trundle as,
The beautiful light of nature envelopes me like a mantle.