Within the sky a modern tale unfolds,
Where a soaring bus’s silver wings enfold.
No tracks to bind, no roads to restrain,
A commuter train in the celestial domain.
From horse to cart marks this journey’s evolution,
The engine’s now roar in relentless revolution.
Now a skyward leap, ours wings unfurled,
A journey through clouds into this brave new world.
Packed in like sardines, in a metal tube we soar,
Above the earth’s embrace to destinations galore.
A dance of clouds, a symphony of flight,
A new industrial era takes its height.
From steam to jet, the progression is clear,
To new frontiers we steer.
Time is redefined,
As a new era we find.
So let us fly on this commuter’s winged steed,
A modern odyssey fueled by speed.
In the sky we commute, our journeys sublime,
A testament to progress, in mans progressive march through time.