A challenge that comes when I’m riding,
Can often be solved by deciding,
To do just a bit.
Whatever will fit
To buck up resolve and stop hiding.
Think other than biking, I submit
Encouraging others to “com-mit”.
Commitment, though small,
Requires of us all….
To work with that focus, bit-by-bit.
Biking with head-winds for hours,
I know of restorative powers.
Blooms do give me hope,
A way I can cope.
The power of beautiful flowers.
When viewing some view for the first time,
That’s sprung forth from fast-growing enzyme.
I see fresh and new.
How quickly it grew.
I’m lucky to view life in full prime.
I pedal with fun and with liking,
My bike that I ride as I’m biking.
Though nearly the same,
I loudly can claim
The change that I feel is quite striking.