Cradled to sleep by the rhythmic chugging
Of a beast serene by night
Oblivious to the sonorous notes of its cargo
It slithers through fields lit bright
By the brilliance of the moonbeam.
Flitting across villages in slumber
It breaks through the grey
Into the stirring tunes of the gold rise
The wheels make their foray
Cutting across the pale of a misty dawn.
Those within wake to the light of day
The beast undisturbed goes on
Deep in its belly is a constant beat
Even though the dark quiet is long gone
And the bright gay chatter dispels sobriety.
Dialects many join in a medley
Colorful accents burst into song
Loud chatter within and without
Cause not a falter to the grim bass still strong
In its determined course chalked to a destination.
Joined in purpose to the throngs jostling inside
To reach a fixed point
Solitary in function, constant in rhythm
The beast on wheels glides on.