Denmark, Dream of the North
Upon the whispering northern sea,
Where twilight lingers endlessly,
Lies Denmark — calm, poetic land,
Cradled softly by time’s gentle hand.
In Copenhagen, streets of song,
Where cyclists glide and hearts belong;
Nyhavn’s hues in sunlight gleam,
A harbor’s peace, a living dream.
Beyond the strait in Elsinore’s keep,
Stands Kronborg Castle, proud and deep;
Its halls still whisper Hamlet’s name,
Where time and sea are much the same.
Through green fields fair by fairy streams,
Awaits Odense, the land of dreams;
Where Andersen’s tales still softly flow,
And Danish hearts forever glow.
Oh Denmark — gentle, wise, and true,
With silver mists and skies of blue,
You teach the soul to rest, to roam,
And find in stillness — a perfect home.
— Meenakshi Singh

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