RHYME: Glimpses

In memory of a train journey.

Fleeting glimpses of greenish hue,
in the misty cold of the morning haze.

thousand suns sparkle from deadened dew,
wherever my eyes could gaze.

lush green lands spring up new,
as we move in a dream like maze.

in search of prey the first birds flew,
in the sky set afire by the morning blaze.

rustling the leaves ,the cool breeze blew,
while in pastures cows happily graze.

sheets of water in sparkling blue,
lay in calm and true solace.

neither the gusty winds nor the noisy few,
nor the slight drizzle could me unfaze.

to each glimpse i bid adieu,
as the landscape and me are parting ways!