The verdant landscape rustling past
The leaves murmur, the sky is aghast
Twilight descends, the sun tiptoes off
Breeze gains power, the roads scurry off
And I ride a speeding bike, a bird in disguise
An unquenchable flame burns within, as I fantasize.
[I have never driven a bike but I am the masterly driver of my thoughts & fantasies.]
(This post has been written for Indiblogger's Castrol Biking Contest http://www.facebook.com/CastrolBiking)