One AMONG MANY

A verse based on the train related elephant deaths

I

Summer dandelions burst open in glee.
Speckles of triumphant whites swathes the meadow;
Rolling dale scurries, kissing an untamed river below,
Snaking through the woodland, so thick;
Murmuring an alpine tune, 
Yellow leaves crunching beneath
The padded steps tiptoed as they rubbed the turf.
Gold dust drizzles from the dreamland above,
Filtered down the slick green curtains;
Beneath the foliage, it glints the murky path.
Rambling around the woods, strutting ahead,
They sketch their hugely happy bare footprints.
Bluetails’ choir atop the Himalayan Hemlock;
Singing in sync with the flapping of leaves,
And tinkling of the wading rapids; a dulcet melody it weaves.
Creaking squirrels slink amidst leafy sheets,
Their bushy tails tickle trees’ scruffy barks,
A mute chuckle gushes within those old torsos.
Their lengthy nose blowing generous breathe,
Wafting the milky white blowballs;
Whizzing to greet the horizon,
Like birds soaring yonder,
Freely, without the slightest fear;
Seed heads winging, hushed wishes rising 
Evermore – Unruffled.
Their world’s hallowed under this beatific jade!
Let the green remain, is a wish; it mustn’t fade.

II
Green Road ends up paving a route for rugged wheels
To violently rush, harrying the draft;
Pounding tick-berries, leaning on its callous rail.
The metal-skinned beast’s lifeless unsmiling 
Click-clack echoes along Sukna’s grandest track.
Mammoth naïve pace trusting their wonted trail,
Tramps ahead, colliding with destiny, 
Lay sheathed in red; their greenery stood frayed.
Snuffling and sniffling of the trumpeting trunks,
Melds deep in the wilds, stirring the heaven above.
The chassis races, ignoring the dying grunts.
Night befalls, Blood-moon descends 
Upon myriad blood-bathed dandelions.

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