At dawn, the world awakens slowly,
The cyclist readies, quiet, slowly.
Two wheels, a path, a single choice,
To push beyond the limits’ voice.
The road ascends, each mile a test,
His heart pounds it won't ever rest
With every breath, a struggle flows,
A challenge met as the climb grows.
His journey begins with the morning’s glow,
Through whispering hills where the wildflowers grow.
He rides all day through fields, vast and wide,
With nature his compass and his heart his guide.
The force within, relentless and strong,
Carries him through the hours long.
As shadows stretch and light is leaving,
His journey concludes in the dark late evening.
|His journey starts in the morning
|He rides all day over hills and through fields
|The force that drives him never yields
|His trip end in the dark late evening
The journey’s weight is more than strain,
For he has learned to channel pain.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 7:22 PM UTC
At dawn, the world awakens slowly,
The cyclist readies, quiet, slowly.
Two wheels, a path, a single choice,
To push beyond the limits’ voice.
The road ascends, each mile a test,
His heart pounds it won't ever rest
With every breath, a struggle flows,
A challenge met as the climb grows.
His journey begins with the morning’s glow,
Through whispering hills where the wildflowers grow.
He rides all day through fields, vast and wide,
With nature his compass and his heart his guide.
The force within, relentless and strong,
Carries him through the hours long.
As shadows stretch and light is leaving,
His journey concludes in the dark late evening.
|His journey starts in the morning
|He rides all day over hills and through fields
|The force that drives him never yields
|His trip end in the dark late evening
The journey’s weight is more than strain,
For he has learned to channel pain.