The trail is rough,But I absorb it all,Every bump, dip and curve,And let it become me.My hands rattle on the bars of my bike,As I take on this course.With speed and energy I never knew.

The scenery astounds.A stream tries to keep up,The trees watch from above,The grass plays at my ankles,The birds cheer me on.As I try to blend,Into the scenery.

The burn in my thighs,The wind in my face,The rustle of my hair,The fast steady motion,Is the rhythmic beat,Of the world apart.