One bright summer morn
The sun flashed yellow
And orange in a lining rows
Alas a new day was born.
Scenic peaks flickered ages of time
Along a shadowy path of trees,
Homes and domesticated farm feed.
The lovely colors looked so prime.
Vivid flowers etched the final means
Of two young trekkers of the course
Proudly they marched with no remorse
It was a meandering trail of scenes.
Far off a flag of Swiss exhibited the lands
Elements, legacy and ethnic race
In this valley, mounts rise sharply in place.
How such beauty prevailed at hand.
On ward climbed the two young explorers
To a place of good and blessed gifts,
This rich soil of Swiss escape can never drift,
For tomorrow’s sun can only explore.
Based on this drawing I created.
I based this poem on a drawing I did a while ago.