Bullet Train

A steel serpent sleek and swift and bright, slices through landscapes, day dissolves to night. No patient plod, no rhythmic rolling sway, but driven power that commands the day. A blur of motion where the fields fly past, a fleeting glimpse of moments built to last. The city's edge, a distant fading gleam, as miles are swallowed in a waking dream. A human current flowing swift and deep, where time surrenders secrets it will keep. The silent hum, a lullaby of speed, a modern marvel fulfilling every need. No smoke-filled clouds, no soot upon the breeze, but clean precision meant to bring us ease. A metal whisper on a ribboned track, a future rushing, there's no turning back. The distant mountains rise and then recede, a fleeting canvas planted as we speed. A moment's pause in stations bright and grand, a fleeting touch of far-off promised land. To bridge the distances that once seemed vast, a metal arrow where futures are amassed. A thought takes flight on tracks that know no end, a bullet train's journey where worlds transcend. ©bfa032725