Rocks knock ******* a tree's shell when wet green children growing along, set in the wood laid upon the grove's tongue and oozes. Crusaide knight's disgust hardening his fist ful' a latin, hard and currently cutting sword Watching the couple of three handsome birds as they land on a branch, gone when he swings, and he wonders is this place worth of his presence? The nymph underneath his feet rain's tears glancing gems by a shine "You'd have me if you'd sense me!" Watching him kissing his chief and weep once again once upon a time.