Flow of the fluids,
Across the valley,
Of the greenery hills,
Upside the town of grim.
Fresh of the peak,
Coming down as flowing,
Kissing the rocks,
And hardly any breaking.
Off I go,
To the town of grim,
Water fell as hard as a dream,
Of the beautiful pond,
I ought to reach.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 1:17 PM UTC
Flow of the fluids,
Across the valley,
Of the greenery hills,
Upside the town of grim.
Fresh of the peak,
Coming down as flowing,
Kissing the rocks,
And hardly any breaking.
Off I go,
To the town of grim,
Water fell as hard as a dream,
Of the beautiful pond,
I ought to reach.