The rejuvenation ride

Deserted, the road flickered under the moonlight,

Streched the dark blue sky, as the journey began.

Provoked by the cold wind, he throttled his bike,

Chuckled mystically, the darkest night of the year.

Quietly the frigid moon followed his trail,

Swiftly the vivid stars scintillated the path fortnight,

Quickly the humid wind chilled his bones very frail,

Probably the noctuid night ride had a story to depict!

Drifting at turns, he enjoyed the ride,

Streaming thoughts kept engaging his mind,

Swaying wind played tunes of silent pride,

Gaining speed, he could feel his heart's resound.

Lightning and thunder joined as new guests,

damping the cold wind by moist fog,

Thinking to stop the ride he slowed little,but

Drizzling carried away the ride with fierce.

Excited for a moment he felt free from distress,

Composed wind filled him with positive vibes,

Bestowed he was, with such a rejuvenating story,

Everlasted the ride guided by hope and courage.