tree{houser.}

She ventured to the place.
Hiding not at all what she ventured
true support she had in what she ventured.
And true endeavor of learning she was able to reach
huddling next to friends and ignoring the most ill of the climate
and only recognizing the most sane and most square elements.

Till the acclaim of this reality was lost
in the tide of the summer is what a discovery meant of the forest
one of nature she became, princess of nature she is.
To find that the next time of winter and fall would bring love that would start a
flower to bloom and burst and die. By the summer of dust. Singing in the rain.
Of the evergreen trees. The pollen it brung certain people to their knees.
And the rain it came to change the landscape and by the time of the movies
elsewhere some one was journeying.

The friends had turned their tide. No one else had anywhere else to hide.
For which was a black acclimation to the norms of something that could never
which be understood by an administration not crooked and not good.
(buildup)

But the most evil ever.
The most evil ever.
The purest black of them all to warp all the worlds in one black light of utility
of their selfish fight.

Treehouser on pardon.
She would not stop.
She would fight one last fight.
O, of new love for the Tree houser on pardon.
To save the world as she knew it.
To evade those she knew would construe it.
And to be against those who blew it.

Up into a flame to fight the degradation of romance
she would get the chance for that one boy,
to save him from the hurt.


But the forest is concealed in the dirt of all the forest died and died
due to such contempt for romantics.
But finally in this love the romantics of the evergreen true survived after all.