Willow
(Disclaimer, This is a project for school so it is a little odd and it is a ruff draft as well.... and I just thought I would share it with you guys...This was also made with the help of one of my friends who made this for a class!! Thank you J!!)
She is like a sprout of Alfalfa blowing in the wind and
She takes Boron supplements to heal her bones and
She needs reusable Carbon to just to stay alive as
She is sprouting a Cotyledon on the inside of her lungs
Her DNA Is a mix of red and blue flower pedals and
Being a Human Genus sometimes is hard thing
She likes to eat Grapes but sadly can not.
And with Her hair the color of Hard red spring wheat and
The Yura Shigure that she Horticultures and put into her hair
As she runs around in a Meadow of Kentucky Bluegrass as all
The Macronutrients that she had once consumed is now gone
She has Micronutrient pills used to help her live and as
She lays down on Zea Mays in the Meadow of her mind as
A bubble of Nitrogen layers the ground of its
Nickel colored fog.
And as leaves that look like Oats started falling from the trees
As she is laying there White and Purple Orchids with Pseudo leaves surrounding her
And As all of these plants are using Photosynthesis just so she can breath
As The Phosphorus in her bones slowly disappear just
As well as her Potassium levels in her heart.
And as the smell of Rye fills her nose for the last time
Her Soybean eyes plead and beg
As Sunflower tears fall from her eyes
As her Sulfur colored face slowly turns to porcelain white
As the Yura Shigure Species falls from her hair
The Scarifications from all of the pain was once again opening up and bleeding out
A Tomato shade of red down her arms and legs.
Grape Vines hanging over her crossing from tree to tree from the Viticulture that happened earlier in the season
And as the Rhizobacteria and the roots from below are slowly wrapping around her soon to be lifeless body as she starts to breaths slower
And With that one last Respiration her breath is no more...
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