My most precious treasures,

Aren’t made of silver or gold.

But loyal, ordinary folk, ...

Rock hard,

Emotionless,

Strong. ...

Today I too,

Feel out of sorts.

Listlessly waiting, ...

At day’s end,

Something magical,

Awakens within, ...

As the years have passed,

Service has become,

A bidirectional need. ...

A beautiful day.

Sunny and bright.

Yet I feel deflated, ...

Sunny days,

Are not far away.

A few lingering weeks, ...

I used to be afraid,

Of being unseen,

Unheard, alone. ...

Start of a day,

Not often felt.

When horizons, ...

A red kite in flight.

Graciously soaring,

Under sunny skies. ...

Some things,

Are hard to understand,

Yet easy to accept. ...

Some walls,

Are built to speak.

Influencing thoughts, ...

Bright colors,

Like sunny days,

Make me smile. ...

I used to awaken,

To the Rigi,

Calling my name. ...

What matters,

Stays the same.

Only how,...

Appearances are deceptive.

For the essence,

Which lurks underneath, ...

I spent years,

Trying to rise,

Above everyone else. ...

A clear sunny morning,

When my world,

Feels happy and bright. ...

Fog will come and go.

But meanwhile,

As clarity quietly hides, ...

A blurry world.

Tears or raindrops,

I cannot tell. ...