Cycles

She breathes in, deep the crisp October air to fill her little lungs, as day dips in the distance. Leaves tremble and they fall from trees onto the path. She grows before my eyes, deciding she’ll not follow. Shedding extra wheels, she wobbles into balance, and soars on tires of two across an autumn canvas. Hours slip away with sun; a watching moon appears. She rides across the stars upon a brand-new cycle.