August afternoon in Germany
Blue sky peeps,
Through a white blanket,
As the landscape rolls by.
A girl across the table,
Works like a little bee,
Occasionally saying a few words.
Across the aisle,
A young German soldier,
Rests his eyes while he can.
Approaching its destination,
The train slows to a stop,
Letting passengers on and off.
All is good in the land,
There is peace, no war,
It is a good era to be alive in.