Ode to Switzerland

Beneath the Alps’ eternal crown,

Where silver streams come dancing down,

Lies Switzerland—so pure, so grand,

A dream the heavens shaped by hand.

Where Heidi’s tale in meadows green,

Still whispers soft through hills serene;

Her laughter drifts on alpine air,

A song of joy beyond compare.

Zürich hums with life refined,

A modern heart with timeless mind;

While Lucerne’s lake reflects the skies,

Where swans and stars in silence rise.

Interlaken, where rivers twine,

Holds mountains close—divine design;

And Zermatt’s peak, proud Matterhorn,

Meets dawn’s first blush, the day reborn.

In Grindelwald, the glaciers gleam,

A poet’s and a painter’s dream;

While Gstaad, in calm and golden ease,

Breathes songs of snow and scented breeze.

Through valleys where the cattle roam,

And bells sing soft of hearth and home,

The dairy’s gift—so rich, so pure—

Tells love that time will long endure.

From Davos’ heights to St. Moritz’ grace,

The world ascends to heaven’s face;

Where skiers carve through crystal air,

And peace and wonder linger there.

The Swiss National Park, untamed, divine,

Guards every root, each ancient pine;

Where nature speaks in tones so deep,

The soul itself forgets to sleep.

Geneva’s heart beats strong and true,

Where Red Cross banners bless the blue;

And in those halls where dreamers meet,

The UN’s hope finds steadfast seat.

Lausanne’s lights by lake embrace,

Where learning blooms with quiet grace;

And Montreux’s songs through mornings play,

Where jazz and joy the hours sway.

While Lugano blooms in sunlit grace,

With palms that smile on lake’s embrace;

And Bellinzona’s towers high,

Guard dreams beneath the alpine sky.

O Switzerland, serene and bright,

You blend the day, you cradle night;

A realm of grace, both wild and wise—

The world’s pure heart beneath the skies.

                             

                                        — Meenakshi Singh