Serene Pilgrimage
Reflection
In tranquil reverie, a figure rides forth,
A path unwinds, where wildflowers have birth.
The mountains stand, a majestic frame,
As morning light dispels the night's dark claim.
The wind whispers secrets, pure and kind,
A gentle breeze that lifts the heart and mind.
With every pedal stroke, a journey's made,
Through fields of gold and white, where petals sway.
The world awakens, fresh and new,
In harmony, the soul renews.
The ride is long, the road is winding free,
A path that beckons, wild and carefree.
In this still scene, a story's spun,
Of peace and hope, forever won.