Serene Pilgrimage

In tranquil reverie, a figure rides forth, Beneath the sun's gentle, watchful birth. The path unwinds, a winding stream, Through hills of green, where wildflowers dream. The robes flow like a river's stream, As the cyclist glides, a peaceful theme. The basket on the bicycle's back, A symbol of the journey's gentle track. The mountains stand, a majestic frame, For the serene pilgrimage, a sacred game. The birds take flight, a chorus high, As the world awakens, and the heart feels alive. In this still moment, all is right, The world is full of beauty, and the soul takes flight.