Nature's Bride Poem by Ima Ryma

Willian Faulkner asked a dear friend
To go with him to see a bride,
Dressed in her gown of gorgeous blend.
Faulkner had a romantic side,
Which the friend had grown to adore.
So off they drove into the night,
On back country roads searching for
Faulkner's promised heart wrenching sight.
Into a meadow, Faulkner drove,
Turning off all the car lights so
Only the moon beams interwove,
Giving the viewing a full glow.

The moon light showed the bride to be,
In full blossom - an apple tree.