Bike Ride

I put on my gear to go for a bike ride,
Helmet light on, water bottle by my side.
The morning sun is soft and low,
Casting light on the road below.
I look along side the quiet bike lane,
The ride will take me to a place that will clear my mind and brain.
All the chickens scatter as I pass them by,
Their feathers flutter underneath the morning sky.

A dog starts barking as I pass the porch he's on,
Then settles down as I ride past his lawn.   
I leave the neighborhood so far behind,

And trade paved streets for peace of mind.
Deer running thorough the pastures grass,

Lifting their heads as I quietly pass.

Their gentle eyes watch me without fear,

As if they know I mean no harm from here.

Their slow steady hay is chewing time,

Feels like a quiet, sacred, heavenly rhyme.
The fresh air brushes across my face,

Cool and clean in its wide embrace.

It fills my lungs, both deep and wide,

As gratitude rises all from inside.

The country side stretches far and free,

A living place you would want to see.
All the beautiful things God has placed in my sight,

Makes the ride more enjoyable as I see the light.
In every field and sky above,

I see His quiet hand of love.
Riding through this open land,

Feeling the breeze across my hand.

I understand in moments like these,

Life's greatest gifts are simple and free.
And as I turn back around to go back home,

No longer feeling so quite alone.
I carry peace within my chest,

From riding the country roads I feel so blessed.