Morning train

The fog refracts the morning hue of orange sun that shadows the green surface of wet fields. Blades of grass shining in the drops of morning dew like a diamond in moon light, shawty plants that swings it's leafs like wings in wind.
Chatter of men echoes through the moving corridors, old rusty seats that witnessed the daily romance of couples who promised to be forever, boys who calls up on girls like the tracks calling the rolling wheels for their eternal love. Ruins of old crafts wishing safe journey in their silent crumbles.
Swampy fields that whisper the story of ancient might, birds that sings to the glory of sun and streams that brushed the thirsty lands. Together morning train rides refreshed all senses in and out.