Sprouting Off Truth

Before any elaborate construction on this fit-for-a-princess-primrose-pink trimmed treehouse occurred, an insurrection of rooted pulp through soil submerged the link between its waistcoat walnut foundation, ubiquitous sleeves of deep burgundy protruding delicate insulation, and its genesis source of synergy - no more than a stratified core, unhusked, of nebulous fluff bemoaned by no queen. But while No-Majesty is dustbin rushed by virtues of none as well as feigned seen, forever will be there for sprigs on the ground, where all the love hidden from saplings abounds.