Although its not typical of me to blog my travels but I couldn’t resist expressing the beauty I had witnessed in Switzerland, last week.
The magnificently green carpeted country, as though custom made, sprinkled with delicate flora and fauna which gracefully move upon every command of the moist breeze. Florets of every shape you may have known and of every colour you may have never known, with harmony the bees and butterflies waft around them.
Just like a newlywed bride ornamented in the richest colors and prized with the most ravishing jewels, sitting with a gesture of surrender to her groom who is eager to touch her gentleness and caress the suppleness of what has been reserved only for him.
Yes, the picture of the most passionate romances bloom here.
The scenic vistas of flower sculpted floorings accented by surrounding scoops of cream whipped alpines neatly layered and arranged. These pristine mountains flaunt magnificence, narrating the tales of many a men of mettle who ventured within the darkness of the snow crested mountains. Above these are higher imposing ranges which challenge the ability of mankind to touch its chastity.
These dramatic scenes flow into rolling hills and an open countryside mixed with the echoing jingles of grazing cows with coloured bells symmetrically moving on the green pastures. A shade of green which is the prettiest I have ever known.
And, I saw them.
Mary’s beautiful white lambs flocking blithely, Baa Baa’s black sheeps clothed with rich wool and the hopping bunnies! Every fairy tale is alive, every sight is visually enchanting. The source of these rhymes, the description of these picture perfect landscapes are fanned from such hypnotic settings.
As I stood bewitched, a cloud drifted touching the earth’s floor. Unleashed an urge to plunge into this mystical cotton bed, or maybe just stand and watch a cupid appear out of it, or maybe taste the flavour of this white cotton candy.
Yes, imagination whips the most magical tales here.
Under this artistic sun kissed setting plays the symphony of turquoise lakes which have travelled miles down the mountains. These virgin water drops being the relics of last winter’s bitter snowfall and sturdy glaciers. Its musical dance seems as though it wants its arrival on land and its long journey to be celebrated.
Nestled within nature’s handiwork are chocolate colored wooden houses glazed with a layer of dew and bedecked with coloured flower hangings.
I stood in awe, nature flaunting its best work.
Every sight my eyes could capture was a sumptuous visual feast.
I just seem to want more of it.
A gluttony I want to indulge in.