Golden landscape passing by
Lays a curse upon my eye
For golden landscapes never should
Be gazed upon then gone for good

A honeyed sun
A moonlit plain
Should never not be seen again

For rain to pain
Or sun on plain
Both make a sight which shan’t remain

And train through plain
Shows great disdain
For golden glows in poet’s brain

Too quick the trip
Barely a nip
I wish to see the world unstripped

Take me there
To landscapes where
I’ll sit and live life’s golden share

For the tracks go on
But beauty remains
Why not I too?
Because the trains.