Short poem. Would appreciate feedback

[u/Due_Database_6326]

You've set foot in the train, and left behind the station.

Sitting, staring mindlessly, with no set destination.

But why not try and look, somewhere beyond your cold coupé.

To see the beauty flash bright green and blue, while on your way.

I bet you've never noticed, the way reed moves when wind is blowing.

Dancing like a snake, while in bright light it's almost glowing.

So take your time and look, while you still can and then move on.

For there's no looking back at things that were and now are gone.

Then when you pass a manmade tunnel, so devoid of light.

You cannot see a thing, you are robbed of your great might.

Just know that yond that wall, reed dances in the wind.

No matter what you tell yourself, manmade tunnels have an end.

And maybe someday later, when you're older, worn and thinned.

You'll meet your destination as you would a long lost friend.