Ode To Tina

It is a tale of love concerning an event of a story once upon a time beholden nature as it is couldn't resist such a mystery the forests, rivers moon and mountains were resonating to consternations of which site once upon found if it were a golden search the world would have been reporting a narration may be concerning her own ah! life were seeming to the side of the air, like a new fangle adventure was it all a beating of a true love? nobody would tell since the earth as it is couldn't be rounded to such ersatz nor all trees and their leaves could in any way be lost to oblivions no, nor horizon heavy with our dreams could relinquish so far to demand of tis a feeling no bird, no catapillar, no termite ever has a merit or ectacy and easness to fancy so now it is asked "what is the fate of such a contemporary?" the answer is to faint sooner or later with a tower of a next rainbow coloured still love kind.