A blazing Joyrise to the horizon soars,
breaking free of Earth’s darkened shores.
Towards the mountains high I climb,
to leave behind all tearful times.
Momentum builds as I speed away,
on in search of brighter days.
Old grows young before my eyes,
as I hum the Song of God’s sweet reprise.
Ride the wind and dare to fly,
spin your wheels and touch the sky.
Tears will fall, but now from joy,
My love for life, I must employ.
To be a man, to do the right thing,
to fight for wisdom, to honour the King.A poem inspired by a ride under the Portuguese sun with a good friend.