Of course, a tree has rings.
Each one, a wedding band
Oh, to be the 'bride' of such a tree.
To bask in His emerald love unendingly.
Minus all other pining cordialities,
Bar a litany of morning birdsong.
Oh, wouldn't that be truly heavenly?
Wear a plain sky as a wedding sarong.
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