The whisper of the trail

 Tall trees weave in the wind

 The tree cover makes it as dark as a moonless night

 The dampness has a potent aroma 

 Its scent is like wet rotting vegetables

 The whisper of the trail

 I hit a tree, poor old tree

 The tree could have let out a screech

 It felt as though I hit a wall at lightspeed

 The bark peeled and it wept like a recently ripped scab

 The whisper of the trail

 Mud splattered in every direction,

 The growling of my hub comparable to a bear,

 The rattle of my chain resembled a rattlesnake,

 Pedals click like a dolphin finding its way,

 The whisper of the trail

 The sound of the trail is soothing

 Cornering at speed is as scary as a storm at sea.

 The downhill speed is a high of dopamine

 Brakes as hot as flames.

 The whisper of the trail