Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Biked With Dad

I biked with dad

When morning came to replace the night

When dew drops on leaves

When the sun rises from the east

I biked with dad

Riding deep from our heart

Sweating and gasping

Bend staring street

I biked with dad

When flying bird perched on a tree

When flower grass swayed

When sun shines warm

I biked with dad

All became witnesses

Our trip and journey

Looking forward without giving up

We biked to Ireland,

then go to Netherland

Towards Iceland,

and into Dreamland