transport

The highway stretches, the car goes far,
A motorcycle roars beneath the stars.
The helicopter spins, its blades are loud,
The ship sails smoothly, cutting through the cloud.
The tram rolls gently through the square,
The taxi honks, it’s always there.
The bus stop fills with people near,
The train arrives with a rumbling cheer.
Tripsteps guides my journey each day,
From stations clear to the skies' broadway.
Each mode of transport finds its place,
Learning feels like a thrilling race.
The subway rushes beneath the ground,
The ferry’s horn makes a mighty sound.
The jeep climbs hills, the scooter spins,
Every journey, the lesson begins.