Reblown Poem by Tinnie Moe

Let me tell you this story, as eager as you are to hear. For what i'm about to tell you, might frighten you to rear. This is not a disneyplot or a teddybear's roar that nightly comes to soar, this is cold hearted darkness, utter deception further more.

In a brownbricked little factoryhouse, with a big white door with ocrish and bronse handle and windowcage, a pure evil started to spread. A blonde ponytailed girl tried to save to world and to this it has all lead. The earth is bad and nearly dead, she said, we must defend our nature's green, for if we don't our earth shall never again be seen.

And her own highest crusade she started, her parents and family were starttled. We had to build anew, a higher form, an earth for all who grew.

And she left, all and whome may cherisch or nurture her, loved her and supported her.
And in that wilderness she cried, whome may it be, for who she had lovely died.




Why am I here,
the reason for my birth, and my conception, what's my soul's worth?
Education and knowledge she sought, to deal with mankind, to inspire and rescue some and them, those animals they'd slaughter. She always felt she wasn't a human's daughter. I for I, I have something to do. Which is my purpose, as I felt so true. There's Work To Do.....

And she shine when he arose, on the brinck of nearely dead, while parts of her were spawn and darkness of her doved. For once she could conceive, of why she'd always felt so green&blue. But a blossom must obtain a fiercome ferocious stalk, goldenly woven by this tragedy's gag: if something goes wrong, you can cut it and revive.