The Train Poem by HB Rita

Some people look out the window
While nature transformed in to a dreamland with greens
Some people see the transparent blue sky
covers with clouds
Two sparrows dance with joy
Next to the window where lonely couple are sitting
This is how the train runs everyday
With loads of diversity
Some people take the opportunity to get in
Some lost their way
Sparrows fly out of interest after hunger prevention
Still,
The hopeless people wait for the last train.