A country...

It was a country, highly enclosed
Only the sun, found it exposed
Surrounded by the seas, and mountains high
Few could enter, and leave a sign

In this way, it developed for years
Unaware of the world, around with fears
The sun it shone, with all its might
Bred the life, everywhere in sight

One day they found, a route with the sea
Entered a few, who felt kingsize
The rhythm of life, struck them stark
They came back and, sang like lark