poetry moment on my way to alsace - 22nd oct

reflections from a gold mine

I travel on the open tracks.
Watching the country whiz by.
Witnessing light turning into darkness,
I capture the view in my mind’s eye.

Watched over by the pale blue sky,
Concealed beneath the site’s greyish haze,
Secretly caressed by the fiery sun,
Displays a field of gold-dusted maize.

Shivering, shaking, swaying,
The wheat dances to the rhythm of the drizzle.
Remnants of the rays reach the balls of hay,
Crackling them to life with a fizzle.

I started holding on to the memories of yesterday,
Missing the world I left behind even more.
Relishing in the wonders of today and celebrating the possibilities of tomorrow,
It was like I’ve never seen the world before...