Whispers of Bohemian Dreams

In lands where history's tapestry unfurls,

A gem of Europe, where beauty whirls.

Czech Republic, a land of tales untold,

In its heart, both ancient and new, behold.

Prague, your jewel, a city of a hundred spires,

Where time's embrace ignites creative fires.

Charles Bridge stands as a sentinel of old,

As Vltava's waters in sunlight's grasp unfold.

Bohemian lands, where castles touch the sky,

Legends and myths whisper as days go by.

Český Krumlov, a fairytale's embrace,

Cobbled streets and secrets interlace.

Moravian vineyards, where grapes do dream,

In amber nectar, stories do gleam.

Beskydy's peaks and Šumava's grace,

Nature's symphony, a sacred space.

Velvet Revolution, a chapter in your tome,

A peaceful uprising, a place called home.

Havel's words, a voice of change,

In Wenceslas Square, hopes rearrange.

From Jan Hus to Kafka's surreal mind,

A legacy of thought, profoundly intertwined.

Czech spirit resilient, in every stride,

In valleys, hills, and culture's tide.

So raise a glass of Pilsner's brew,

To Czech Republic, land fair and true.

In every corner, history's whispers roam,

A land that forever feels like home.