This beautiful world

"Who created all this?"
I'm sitting all alone and wonder.
My arm resting on the table,
my head resting on my hand,
my thoughts going nowhere.
"Who created this beauty?"

Beautiful sceneries flow by
sheep and cows along the way.
Fast and faster we go,
my thoughts stay slow.

The sun slowly sets, red and powerful.
I have to squint my eyes.
The light is so warm, the days get colder.
The wind gets stronger.

"Who created all this?"
The train reaches its destination.
We are slowing down and I stand up.
"This is so beautiful.
Thank you, whoever created all this.
This beautiful world."