Forest green gently sways gray;
White gradually darkens away.
Storm clouds battle through measured days,
Then sunlight gifts it's golden rays.
Yesteryear, in bittersweet rain,
I watched my dreams board the train
And I let them go through tears of pain;
Knowing not, it was a round-trip train!
Here they come! I hear distant horns!
Joy fills my soul from where dreams were torn.
I feel the earth tremble on tracks aged and worn;
My wishes return and my hopes are reborn.