Rosy for no reason...
Bicycle-pierced misery
Petals fall to puddles,
Reason for no roses.

Bloom before you choke.
See what you can see!
Pedal through that sea and cut
A handful for your love.

Whatever is your bicycle,
Get on and pedal hard
You'll make it safe to work, and dear
Next year you'll buy a car

Chase the gray away like birds
Cutting through the rain
Rise atop the hill and plant
A flower for your pain.