Swiss Air

Switzerland, you feel like clean light on a windowpane, Blue lakes below and white peaks like a frame. Train lines threading valleys so smooth, Even the silence feels like it can move. Swiss air clear enough to heal, Every lookout makes the world feel real. Picnic blanket, cool lake breeze, Simple days like these are peace. Matterhorn standing sharp against the sky, Jungfrau high where the clouds drift by. Lauterbrunnen falls thin silver streams, Like the mountains practicing daydreams. Swiss air clear enough to heal, Every lookout makes the world feel real. Picnic blanket, cool lake breeze, Simple days like these are peace. Lake Geneva turning sunlight into glass, Rhine Falls roaring as the hours pass. And every curve of road, every hillside stair, Says, “Stay a little breathe this air.” Swiss air clear enough to heal, Every lookout makes the world feel real. From waterfall spray to summit glare, I leave with quiet in my care.