Pervades these lands is a silence, eerie and stark;
The continuous hymn of the cicadas being the only thing I can hark.
And then, from out of nowhere, hits us the gong of the rail engine;
Spreading through the lands akin to a forest fire.
Without the slightest realization the glorious train moves on,
Symbolic of the sheer ignorance and indifference of our kind- as we continue our advance march, little do we pay attention to how we transmute the natural order of things.....