The lands hidden secrets

There is a storm brewing in this land of mine
Light ocean blues sparks in this sky as clouds of grey turn to black,
It starts with just one tear shaped drop and ends with the land cut in twine
However that land eagerly awaits for those rays of yellow to turn it back.

The sky was once full of colours however now it's only filled with blue.
The rivers strechted around her act like a barricade, touching her borders ever so gently,
The sky has left great clouds of black filling the air with droplits of blue without any clue
As to where these dark stains in the sky arived from to deliver this sea of blue so intently.

This land won't bow to a foriegn power, it will stay firm even in it's final hour
This land will not cower,Instead the world will remember her being dour,
This land of mine will never become sour it'll remain as beautiful as it's national flower
She'll become an impenetrable tower, And leave The foriegn powers in a glower.

The land you think sleeps silently speaks so quitely in the middle of the night
In language understood by few and slowly becomes a dead language,
Her language she recites to the moonlight with all her might
So that the world around her may recieve her long lost message.

Her waters are pure,her lands are unscathed and her air remains virtuous
Her voice powerfull and true echos onto her lands for all to hear,
The clouds above her get darker, the storm is getting harsher almost torturous
But there is no need to fear for the end is already near.

This land won't bow to a foriegn power, it will stay firm even in it's final hour
This land will not cower,Instead the world will remember her being dour,
This land of mine will never become sour it'll remain as beautiful as it's national flower
She'll become an impenetrable tower, And leave The foriegn powers in a glower.