A Train on a Field of Flowers

Once upon the morning hours

Was a flight through a field of flowers

Like a shock of electricity

A train flicked out of the city

A tsunami of gears swallows the terrain

With a track embedded to contain the train

The worthless waste washes in the wind’s wave

The aroma inthe station is engraved

The morning dew disappears in the breeze

Venture into the dark filled with trees

The train chops the land in half

Inside is filled with their joy and the laugh

People sit on wood, smooth and flush

The wind flowing inside is as soft as a paintbrush

The interior of the car is like a cage

It traps the sunlight from the mountain range

Back to civilisation where the air tastes like oil

The smog, the sulfur, the grit with an undertone of soil

Each chug is a beat the wheels march to

As the train passes by, it goes choo-choo

The steam passes into the air

The train hauts in the square

Happily ever after in the evening hours 

A train soars across a field of flowers