I pedal my bicycle through the waking bustle,
my eyes take in so much life in the hustle.
two boys locked in a tussle,
a mother in the middle of buying mussels.
while nature greets me in a gentle rustle.

For all this time, I’ve been watching only my pedal,
I had believed I held the most beautiful petal.
Until life made me see this moving cycle,
I finally learned to smile upon my bicycle.