Cycle

A cycle, a simple yet wondrous machine,

Two wheels, a frame, and a rider's dream,

A tool of transport, a means of escape,

A world of adventure, waiting to take shape.

Pedaling along, with the wind in your hair,

Feeling the rush of the open air,

The world whizzes by, in a blur of motion,

A symphony of speed, a joyful commotion.

Through forests and fields, up hills and down,

The cycle takes you on a magical journey, unbound,

Discovering hidden paths, and secret trails,

Seeing the world through a different lens, it never fails.

From the city streets to the countryside,

The cycle can take you far and wide,

A trusty companion, always by your side,

A journey of a lifetime, waiting to be tried.

So hop on your cycle, and ride into the sun,

Let the world unfold, and the adventure begun,

For the cycle is more than just a machine,

It's a symbol of freedom, and a rider's dream.