I once heard of a land where rubies overflow

As red as the sunset, its fire all aglow.

Where mountains and hills are each filled with magic

And every stone feels just as nostalgic.

I once heard of a land where simplicity still abounds

Where smiles never cease and truth is still found,

A land soaked in sun, teeming with gold

And kindness is good deed returned in manifold.

Photos by: M. Hänggi