If you aren’t from here you would think
Big city, fancy things, fancy people
A concrete jungle filled with technological dreams,
But what many don’t see
And most cities don’t have
Is the nature that surrounds us
Giving us an escape from the grind and grime.
Riding through the park
The route has become second nature.
The fresh fall air envelopes me,
Colored leaves float gently down from their branches.
For hours I ride, pushing to the limit,
Refusing to give up my piece of The Golden Country
For even a moment longer than I have to;
My city is a city where brick and grass melt together,
Concrete and trees, giving me the best of both worlds.