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.