bicycles

Bicycles, oh wondrous wheels,

Dance with freedom, a ride that feels.

With handlebars, and gears that shift,

We cruise the streets, a lifelong gift.

The wind in our hair, the sun on our faces,

The rush of air, the rhythm and pace.

A simple machine, yet so much more,

A symbol of hope, a peaceful war.

From rolling hills to city streets,

A bicycle takes us to new feats.

With each pedal stroke, we gain our wings,

And feel alive, as if anything.

Bicycles, a reminder to slow down,

And cherish the journey, where we go.

For life is a ride, and a bike is the key,

To adventure, and the beauty we see.

So let us embrace, this simple delight,

And ride off into the sun, until night.

For on a bicycle, we are truly free,

And that's the magic, of these two wheels to me.