As I soak in the bucolic surroundings,
The pine branches sway extravagantly with free spirit.
The azure sky sits silently above.
When the sun slowly fades, it creates wild shadows along the patched ground.
It’s blinding at sight, but warm at touch.
The trees block the suns thick rays, and they seem to go on forever, as do the possibilities
The boundary of trees gives a sense of safety and security from the cruel society outside.
Sometimes I feel as though I am in a box, not trapped but as if I had chosen to be stuck.
In all its natural beauty.
When I ride, I feel as if I am the only person in the world,
And everything has paused.
As my helmet goes on, I enter a different place, a peaceful, happy place of positive vibes.
I seem to forget all my troubles, and stop thinking all together.
The wind against my body makes me feel free and alive.
Leaving contact with the ground lets me fly.
I believe I have my own paradise in my backyard.
Although we all crave for success and happiness to come easy, my happiness involves little of.
It’s more of the blood, sweat and tears that create my happiness, and looking back at the progress.
Although such a simple place, my secrets are kept there.
Success was achieved.
Memories were created.
To some it’s simple, to me its paradise.
The mounds of crumbled dirt act as a guide of how far I’ve come.
The rutted corners show the improvement in speed.
Some seem to forget and appreciate all about the greatness in the world, and my backyard seems to remind me of it all.
I feel as though words cannot adequately describe this place.
When all is bad and gloomy, my track seems to cure it all like prescribed medicine.