[Verse 1] Spokes hum like silver strings, I roll through a forest that sings, Sun freckles my arms, my face — This path is a secret place. Every turn tastes like light, Green so bright it hums in sight, Leaves clap softly, air smells wide, I’m riding the edge of a tide. [Chorus] Oh, the birds are painting sound, In colors I can’t write down — Every chirp a spark, a spell, A melody I know too well. My wheels spin notes, my heart keeps time, A micro-world, a perfect rhyme. [Verse 2] Gravel rattles, pebbles drum, Each bump a tiny anthem sung, Tracks that trick, tracks that tease, Worth it for these views, this breeze. Water whispers, river glows, A thousand silver threads that flow, I breathe in deep — I’m part of this — The world’s soft pulse, a fleeting kiss. [Chorus] Oh, the birds are painting sound, In colors I can’t write down — Every chirp a spark, a spell, A melody I know too well. My wheels spin notes, my heart keeps time, A micro-world, a perfect rhyme. [Bridge] There was a stumble at the start — A lurch, a wobble, a racing heart — But balance found me, called me back, And set me loose on this forest track. [Outro] So I ride the song, I ride the light, The perfect gift of sense tonight. Synesthetic spokes still spin — The forest sings me home again.
