SWITZERLAND

The clouds pushed upwards
by a salty breeze
Scratching over the crowns
of oceans of pineapple trees
Effortlessly they reform
to become majestic

The grasshopper rules this land
As in true kingdom
the grass and flowers lend a helping hand

The bumblebee soars the sky
No rampant of things denied
No salt on slugs
No sand in your eye
The whispering wind kisses the pain bye, bye