In the quiet dawn, the whistle blows,
A symphony of iron and dreams,
Carving paths through misty meadows,
Where time slows and freedom gleams.
Windows frame a world in motion,
Landscapes blur in a gentle sway,
Whispered tales of distant oceans,
Stories woven through the day.
Steel giants on their endless quest,
Carry hopes beneath their wings,
Through mountains high and valleys blessed,
A lullaby that softly sings.
As shadows stretch in fading light,
The train hums a tender tune,
Guiding souls through the night,
Beneath the watchful eye of the moon.