As we rode our bikes,
through the fresh air,
along the beach,
through the woods,
through the fields,
but not everything has
a happy ending.
The fresh air soon becomes humid.
The beach becomes flooded.
The woods become filled with thorns.
The fields are perfect places for tornadoes.
Not everything has a bad ending.
The fresh air makes you breathe easy.
The beach has a beautiful sunset.
The forest has a wonderful breeze.
The field makes you feel so small and free.