A Watermelon Fantasy Ride To Feed My Imagination

"Treeing", "treeing,"cheerful sound of a bicycle bell; stuck well inside my ear like a hard binding gel; Peeping from the window, I knew him very well; The boy lived at next door took me out of my cell. Creeping from window, I rode down the green meadow; The maiden dew drops shone as, young stars brightly glow; Painted tyre, like watermelon,circled with the flow; Feathery I felt with the morning cool breeze blow. Lonely as a planet I lived between four walls; Oh boy! I met my child hood there with so much falls; whistling to the playful tunes heard as lovely calls; "Oh! Wow ! You are out of your groove,bouncing as balls". I pleaded her, "well, could you be this child again"? "Let's ride to future with this new happiness gain"; Vanished, she in a flash, and hid inside my brain; Yet the smile on my lips, never went down the drain. Date : 13th July 2022 Contest: A watermelon fantasy ride to feed my imagination poetry contest Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose Syllables checked with: https://www.howmanysyllables.com/ Rhyming checked with: https://www.rhymezone.com/