Sparkling eyes
Down the hilly path, a sight to behold, A girl on her red bicycle, daring and bold. Her laughter rings out, free and clear, A melody that the wind holds dear. Her hair in the wind, wild and untamed, In her eyes, a spark of adventure flamed. The wheels spin fast, they seem to dance, As down the hillside she takes her chance. Beneath the sun or moon's soft glow, Through spring's bloom or winter's ..
