Can someone with a "northern europe" acrostic poem n o r t h e r e u r o p e

Naked and betrayed suffering,

of birds killed sailing,

raindrops kiss the earth whispering,

tears saying.

happiness is fleeting,

evenings when the sea almost touching,

rarely occurring,

no day is too long for the working.

Eighty nothing,

under your feet a hawk wing,

ravaging nature without naming,

of which I know nothing.

Perhaps it is lost in the belly of the dolphin ring,

enough for the dying.