The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air

Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps

It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

Yum! A squishy berry Fills my mouth with sweet What a taste to carry It’s something that I greet The best food every grown

Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop

I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down

The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none