Riding, riding, up and down the hill,
Sweaty palms and slippery feet,
Thinking about the turns of the day,
Whilst the sun sets beyond you.
Reaching the top of the peak,
A beautiful view awaits you:
A Christmas tree amongst a cloudy sky,
Let's hope it doesn't rain.
Spiraling down the path at speed,
Tripping around the twists and turns,
Reaching a flat smooth surface,
Making time to fly.
One last look at the night -- and your
Journey's begun.
