Its Just like Riding a Bike - A Poem

A flash of silver somthing in the sunlight.
The whirr of a bicycle chain, green ground rushing past.
Green treetops hem the clouds in the blue of the sky.
My shirt is warmed by the sun,
my breath is hot on my lips.
Fast - my breath, the ground, my feet.
Loud wind cools my sweat,
and water is not far.
When finished, and quenched,
I win.