Listening to “When We Dance” that song by Sting,
Leaves sprouting, branches renewing, growing.
Contemplating on how things can be done differently,
Now that surroundings are starting to turn green and cheery.

Getting in the first packed train, thinking it’d soon be leaving,
But, then, noticing the train was getting a bit too crowded,
Looking up, realising, a half full train starting to leave, much to everyone’s surprise,
I guess we all got deceived and we all just gave out, almost simultaneously, a sigh.