Driver drive faster and make a good run
Down the Springfield Line under the shining sun.
Fly like an aeroplane, don't pull up short
Till you brake for Grand Central Station, New York.
For there in the middle of the waiting-hall
Should be standing the one that I love best of all.
If he's not there to meet me when I get to town
I'll stand on the side-walk with tears rolling down.
For he is the one that I love to look on,
The acme of kindness and perfection.
He presses my hand and he says he loves me,
Which I find an admirable peculiarity.
The woods are bright green on both sides of the line,
The trees have their loves though they're different from mine.
But the poor fat old banker in the sun-parlour car
Has no one to love him except his cigar.
If I were the Head of the Church or the State,
In the picture painted, we are staring down a train track and it splits the landscape in two. It is a symmetry of luscious greenery, wealth, and abundance; the trees are bright, plenteous, and full of love. 
 
 This plays off of the saying “The grass is greener on the other side.” The narrator doesn’t see it that way, but rather sees only the love in existence, in all of its infinite shades of green; even going so far as to acknowledge the love inherent in vegetation.
Calypso