When I go out upon my bike
I feel so very joyful.
Free as a flying bird at play,
Or a child eating a trifle.
The air is sweet,my eyes are bright
The sun’s rays soft caress me.
I ride swiftly and safely past
The oak ,the ash, the beech tree .
Ancient walls and flowers tall,
I pass like a boat gliding.
And quietness grows inside my soul,
With this sweet cycle riding .
At last I reach my home again,
So full of air and sunshine.
I love the earth that gave me birth,
My body feels now more like mine.
How my heart sings 