A Boat at Lake Lucerne

The blue sky softly painted the silky clouds

A lake quietly lied among the embrace of gentle hills

There was a shining crystal star

Floating in green puzzles

The creek flew peacefully through an ancient valley

Held him and her in grace

Blew a breeze in a blue jay’s sight

It melted the pink of roses

Surrounded the mystery orchard

Wind carried over the song from little birds

Wine’s sweetness got the lake’s fish drunk

Grapes hung up heavily in bushes

The boat wavered in peace

A poem was woven without words

Extended was a beautiful wish for centuries

Grew in silence was sunshine beyond darkest universe