Mountain Bike
The clouds were smiling, shadowing the path.
Riding high on spiral spokes wrapped
in carbon black with a white and green cradle.
Wind's soothing nature took an embrace,
As uphill rhythmic continuous spin.
enchanted with the trees' firm, military posture.
Traveling into the golden hours following the curves
downhill in a roller coaster, exhilarating joy,
and excitement empowered engagement in the moment.
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