Ailing Europa

In lands where rivers gently flow,

And ancient trees in silence grow,

Through fields of gold and mountains high,

Where once we thrived, now shadows lie,

The faces change, the voices blend,

A tapestry that seems to end.

Once proud, our culture rich and deep,

Now whispers fade, and memories seep,

The stories told by fireside glow,

Are silenced now, as winds do blow.

The streets once filled with laughter's sound,

Now echo with a foreign ground,

Traditions lost, like leaves in fall,

A haunting chill, a distant call.

Our heritage feels like a ghost,

A fading dream we cherish most.

Yet still we stand, with hearts aflame,

Defending lands from which we came.

So let us weave a tale so true,

Of unity, both me and you,

For in this world of shifting sands,

We seek to hold our rightful lands.