On Sanguine shore, the river Lune, freshwater brings even in June. She gives the gift of life to all, but dont go swim there, heed my call. The fish it plays along our coast and should you catch one put in on toast. The salty sea has seasoned it, it's ready for your fire pit. But please be gentle, in forests lush, pick only sticks and leave each bush. The trees are watching your every move. Only the worthy will find our Grove.
