Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Through the winding lanes

Pleasure simple, pursuit divine,
Nothing makes my heart more fine,
My head more clear, my mind at ease,
Than pedaling in the summer breeze,
When the road is long, the asphalt smooth,
Legs may hurt, but cares are soothed,
By simple motion through the world,
Burdens gone and strain unfurled,
And all that's left is empty bliss,
The heart being blessed, the skin sun-kissed.

So come with me, I'll pedal slow,
And through the winding lanes we'll go,
Past quiet farms and sleeping towns,
Our lungs to fill, our hearts to pound,
And not a care on us shall lie,
And we'll be happy, you and I.