SWITZERLAND

 There is nothing in the minds
  of poets to write about;
 as the wind blows the tops of the Swiss alps,
 trees sway their branches and feel
 refreshed,
 the snowy mildew shines like the glassy sea which
 give
 pleasures to on lookers and holiday makers.
 they sneeze the fresh aroma
 from the elegant lillies
 from the swiss mountains
 and think of a miniature of the heavenly bliss!!
 the wind blows again,
 heading to every swiss lake
 where the waters are well treated and now
  in a perfect order
 waiting for passengers in
 passenger fairies to
 show their tickets as
 a sign  that they are obedient citizens of
 CONFOEDERATIO HELVETICA.
 strangers wonder at such orderliness
 as though commanded by God.
 Nobody is super rich
 and Nobody is in abject poverty
 as everyone is swiss,
 thinks switzerland
 and acts swiss!
 for the windy alps has every
 code to guide their ways!
 the wind blows every cent,
 and send sweet smelling scents into
  every bungalows
 and sweep the dustless air
 back to the swiss alps
 leaving every parkers and on lookers
 gazing at the
 beautiful terrains of swiss alps!!!