The Train To the Paradise

On the death bed for cessation, a platform free from brawl, I perceive in peace my debilitating breath. And give off a brief one as I hear my call, The one from the train to the paradise. My soul boards it on, waving a good-bye to my body and kins. The journey commences, the patrons graciously welcome me with smiles. I gladly accept the offered window seat to witness the realm free from sins, Inhaling the pristine air of contentment. Breaching the clouds, up above the sky we go, The chirping of birds, the whistle of the engine a merry music to our ears. The spruce of blossoms of all the shades that we know, A pleasant company all along the path. The track so well embellished with assorted vines. The aroma of satiation by the sight of mighty green grooves, The breathtaking millisecond vision sends shivers down our spines, Of the fiery magnificent flight of the phoenix. Revelation of the antiquities, is more a shocking miracle than delight. The Unicorn's excursion although contradicts it being mystique. Is crystal clear to our eyes, to our intellects with dynamic energy we are forced to fight. Such is the greatness of the train journey. The train ceases and the Train-master affirms the journey concludes at the moment. My face dims down, I wish it would go on forever. My most awaited end I've reached, but a great transition is encountered by my temperament. Once, only for once again, I want to travel in 'The train to the Paradise'.