Eternal Pilgrimage

Beneath the golden sun, a path unfolds, A timeless journey through the valley's soul. A figure in white, a humble heart, astride, A bicycle of dreams, a spirit wide. The mountains whisper, cloaked in misty grace, While birds ascend, their flight a sacred trace. A cross stands firm, a symbol of the way, Guiding the soul through life's eternal sway. The flowers bloom, a sea of white and gold, A testament to nature's sacred mold. The air is hushed, a hymn of peace and light, Where every step is a step toward the right. Oh, traveler, you are not alone in this, For in your journey, we all find our bliss. The road is long, the path is often steep, Yet hope and faith will guide you through the deep. For in this moment, time stands still and true, A sacred pause, a moment just for you. So ride on, pilgrim, with a heart so free, For in your journey, we all find eternity.