Srincho

In the shadows of Mount Crumpit’s height A heart so cold, it banished the light A whisper of hope in the darkest night The Grinch’s change, a wondrous sight In a world of greed and pain His heart grew, breaking the chain A sublime grace in each step he takes In Whoville’s joy, his hate breaks Lost in the echoes of a lonely scheme His heart’s the sweetest, silent scream A canvas painted with shades of green Yet in his change, beauty’s seen He’s the serene in a stormy place A delicate shift in his stern face In the midst of despair, his heart calls A reminder that even in hate, love stands tall When the world crumbles and shadows play The Grinch’s heart saw the break of day A sublime essence, an ethereal truth In his change, he found eternal youth