The train had been coming for years,
always passing through the tunnel
with loving care. Its steam and smoke
adding to the tunnel’s love for it,
hugging the walls near.

It passed so close to its walls
it seemed to be scraping them,
and providing them with noise,
rubbing and loving the tunnel.
The tunnel loved the train.

When the train entered the tunnel,
its big round light was bright,
bright as a candle at the end of sight.
Proceeding farther and farther,
going faster and faster

the dark became brighter and brighter,
its beam bursting forth the end of tunnel.
The tunnel loved the light.
Finally it’s whiteness shown fully,
as the steam wheel whistled.

The tunnel was pleased.
The light had brought comfort.
The tunnel now just had to
wait for another train's whistle
and the conductor, coaxing all aboard

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Authors Note: Thanks to Adagio for his invaluable help in getting this published.