The poem of no name

This poem was written in 5 minutes, long time ago on a trip (can't remember which trip) when my heart was very much touched with something I couldn't explain.

I like lying down under the trees,
Seeing the leaves falling.
Some are blown away by the wind,
Some drop down quietly....
It's a wonder of life,
So soft and sentimental,
Darkness comes slowly to the earth.
Cool is all around,
Touch the iron track.
Heart feels from heaven to ground.
It's the tale of winter,
When traveling alone.
You catch the train's feeling,
And it's like you'll never got home...