Spiritual Journey
Reflection
In the realm of serenity, a figure rides forth,
A symbol of peace, on a winding path of earth.
The mountains stand guard, majestic and still,
As the gentle breeze whispers secrets, the heart doth fulfill.
With every pedal stroke, a story unfolds,
Of faith and devotion, young and old.
The cross upon his chest, a beacon shines bright,
Guiding through life's journey, through the dark of night.
The flowers bloom around, a colorful display,
As the spirit soars, on this sacred day.
In harmony with nature, the heart finds its nest,
In the stillness, a sense of peace is reborn, and forever at rest.