Stretch out your limbs to where the light is and you just might graze (in a subtler sense) Swiss grass as do the bell-bearing bovines below.
Said the Leman tree to the alps: "the peaks that millennia of tectonics and erosion have produced for you are akin to decades of flowing springs and summers evoking on my limbs these green extremities"
And the mountains replied, slowly, nervously, tentatively: "sister, will you teach me how to dance?"