In the most remote depths of the forest and countryside hiding by human’s malice the freshwater’s closest passes his evergreen time,
on the surface of springs he sits looking after his treasured collection containing sunken hibernating spirits,
he isn’t bad nor good behaving greedy in his slimy greeny suit,
what else he does is blowing bubbles from a pipe splashing water drowning sighs.
Not much else is known
Not much else is known if you will
Not much else is known if you will satiate your curiosity
Not much else is known if you will satiate your curiosity keeping your distance from rivers and lakes .