Dear Luzern, do you paint with dreams, Or steal your hues from silent streams? Each evening, your waters softly wear A different blush, a golden stare. Tell me—why does the sky kiss you so? Why do your depths in twilight glow? Are you hiding secrets in that light— Stories woven from day to night? I watch. I breathe. I write you still, A letter carried by the chill. And every dusk, you answer me— With colors only hearts can see. #swiss #lake #luzern #lakeluzern #travel