Sunday Off Road Rain Cycling

Lush greenery Majestic scenery Coconut trees wave in a track Puff of clouds wave back Droplets of rains Fall again & again Splash soggy ground Bringing greenery all around Village path air is so fresh Heveanly to be here in flesh Afar at a distance Looks like timeless existance Between hills a chimneys rising smoke As we ride our cycles we are greeted by humble folk Gentle moss lies still Moulded on the broken door of the old mill As into the distance we cycle away From soil laterite to roads ash grey Its my hope to raise the blooms And hold this world into greenish rooms