Another Whistling Train Speeds By

Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon, the jeering lad waves at pensive passengers absorbed in serene, not adverse feelings; his youth is vibrant and ready to lampoon! Daises, jasmines and violets are gently lulled in their wild and lush meadows as it rushes by; ravens disperse in pervasive fear so unequaled; what was too calm turns into chaos: a pitiful cry! Is it nostalgia he clings to, or something else? That landscape is as vivid as his happy yesterday; he hears the shrieking horn, its sound is not terse: crossing the tracks can be fatal in mischievous play! The adventurous boy climbs the breezily and balmy hills, and excited by the spectacular view, he begins to hum; all sonorous canaries start warbling to accompany him: they echo in the valley below to awaken church bells! Another whistling train speeds by in midnoon, he describes this scenery in an evocative poem; no tears go to waste, they're precious to him: it's nighttime, even darkness will grant his boon!