Along the tracks where dreams align,
A train hums softly in the night.
Shadows dance in rhythmic time,
Beneath the pale and fleeting light.

Windows frame the passing scenes,
Of fields and rivers, softly blurred.
The gentle sway, the quiet dreams,
Within each soul, a hope is stirred.

In the distance, echoes call,
Through tunnels deep and valleys wide.
A symphony of steel and coal,
Carving paths where secrets hide.

As dawn approaches, light unfurls,
Revealing lands unknown and new.
The train, a bridge between two worlds,
Where journeys end and dreams come true.