gollum...

the lands r dry
the leaves r wry
our feet gets burned
on the grey mountain stone
ours fates r cursed
we bites the dust
n we weeps to b so alone...

we feels the streams
the pools the springs
we also feels the rains
the whisper the dreams

but,the rock n pool is nice n cool
so cold to feet...
and we only wish
to catch a fish
so juicy sweettttt....