The Tree Brides - Poem by Mark Heathcote
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.
But just a litany of birdsong...
Oh, wouldn't that be truly heavenly
Wear plain sky, as a wedding sarong.
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