Woke Up to the Dread of the World

Wishing all breezes could sing me comforting rhymes
Still furled up in the bed thread
Wishing to be swirled up by some kind of dancing chimes
Only silence lurked
No birds chirped
No wind bristled
No leaves rustled
No anything hustled
Just then I heard it play
All the parts of the bicycle
Vibrating frequencies to make a song
Making an instrumental day
Making everything sway
Like a prayer, it kept slaying all dread
To the oblivion quay
Leaving only a gay day