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On a Sunday morning graced with heat
I rode to that special place, painted dry
Where earth meets water and skies fade in too
Where meadows still abound and egrets fly around
Where every shore has a boat
And every shade has a cow.
I beheld the euphonious music of birds above me
As it merged into the rhythm of my feet
Pounding on the pedals of that majestic
Yellow bike of mine.
I found me a spot under the only tree exhibiting life
And alone with my imagination and thoughts
Sat in silence, to enjoy the gift of existence;
At peace with myself and all creation
Absorbing nature's song and its echoes
As the wind modulated every pitch
And birds making melodies, harmonized it all.
I felt like this should be my eternity
But a voice deep inside of me, said
Happiness will always fade away
But like the Sun walking the skies every day
It only matters that you trek along its way.