In the absence of love, lands cannot endure, Unity crumbles, foundations impure. All gathered life swiftly fades away, Like a withered leaf in the wind's fierce sway. When love is missing, the roots tremble nigh, Communities drift, as clouds in the sky. Existence becomes, as time unravels, A fragile leaf that the storm unravels. Yet love is the bond, the dew on the morn, That keeps the heart of nations reborn. In its embrace, hope finds a way, To kindle life and brighten the day.