The Train song

The Train's Song
Beneath the sky, a silver thread,
Winding through the hills ahead,
A whistle echoes, sharp and clear,
The train begins its journey here.

Steel wheels hum a steady beat,
A rhythm born of iron and heat,
Through fields of gold and forests deep,
Past rivers wide and mountains steep.

Windows frame a fleeting view,
Of morning mist and twilight hue,
Cities sparkle in the night,
While stars above keep silent light.

Passengers in quiet thought,
Each with dreams and stories caught,
A journey shared, though paths diverge,
In the train's unyielding surge.

The world rolls by, a moving scroll,
A tapestry of heart and soul,
The train, a bridge from now to then,
Carries us, and will again.