Ruth and Sophia were looking at a train on the railroad, half a mile away and a few hundred feet above us.
Although this image has no real bearing upon the subject of the poem, when I first looked at it on the computer I though of Lawrence Ferlinghetti's Wild Dreams of a New Beginning. Here are a few lines that seems most fitting:
Eyes smell flowers and become them
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets"
and here is the full text for those with the inclination to read the entire poem:
Wild Dreams of a New Beginning