The Simple Word Poetry

The trees are swaying Birds sometimes singing loudly The sun is so warm

Reading peacefully Hope that the pages don't rip With words big and small

Winds blow off the bay Leaves move briskly to music Nature's melody

I find that train rides provide our minds with a cornucopia of glimpses, each passing us by in brief subliminal spurts. While glancing out of the window I notice the grandeur of lavish homes, squalid inner cities, beautifully-manicured lawns and trash-filled vacant lots. The loud and obscene commotion aboard makes me long for earplugs, to drown out the obnoxious conversation and myriad vulgarities. Their stop on this line cannot come soon enough. Mind the gap please as you exit and bridge your rudeness with a remedy of kindness.  Surely my $25 could have been better spent. I arrive at my destination, step off of the train and I immediately find myself surrounded by towering edifices of corporate financial avarice and might. The nine-to-five'rs, clad in their overpriced coats, suits and shoes, strut past in confident stride while the poor and destitute reach out desperately for a helping hand. Have pity for a dime or a dollar please. The frigid winter night's air draws many home...