transport

The truck delivers to distant towns,
The tram glides softly without a sound.
The plane climbs high through clouds so white,
The scooter races through the night.
The bus driver waves, the ticket’s near,
The train conductor shouts, “All clear!”
The boat sets sail to explore the seas,
The bike is waiting for a breeze.
Tripsteps helps me learn so well,
From bridges high to tunnels that tell.
Each word of travel, near and wide,
Feels like a joyful, thrilling ride.
The metro hums beneath the street,
The cable car climbs with iron feet.
The passenger waits with bags in hand,
The ferry heads to a distant land.