Sights From A Train
Many things go past us,
While we're sitting in a train,
The beautiful scenery for instance,
We'll never see it again.
I saw a wonderful forest,
The land of tall trees,
I was awestruck with its wonders,
And the whispering of the leaves.
And then a flash of brilliant blue,
It was a curving river,
Crocodiles lazing, weeds floating,
Fishes swimming in the water.
Then sounded a loud bell,
We had reached the station, my destination,
I got out and this,
Put an end to my imagination.
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