August afternoon in Germany

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.