Cycling...

Cycling under a bright azure sky,
Feeling like I can fly,
Seeing lemon green trees as I pass by,

Cycling quietly at a calm pace,
A mild wind slowly stings my face,
There is no need for haste,
I know I can get to that place!

I pass another Curiosity Shop,
Should I make one more stop,
Before I reach the very top,
Of the Mount. Raindrop?

Cycling as I gaze,
At a little light lilac lake,
By a rock that looks like cake,
A piece of it did I take!