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