Restoring Balance

I crush the leaves with this OLD BIKE

Enraptured by the breeze;

This summer day

Has quenched the rain

Of BITTER words unsaid.

The birds are first to see me SMILE

There's no deception now;

My NEED for freedom realised

As laughter fills the streets -

I feel the RHYTHM in my soul,

My lust for BALANCE I now meet.