To the Bride and Groom and Life yet to be,
for joy and tribulation that will yet be seen.
A blessing bounding through Autumn fields
childishly laughing at the summer tanned grass
which ebbs and flows t’words a far horizon.
Two love bound souls embrace matrimony
with the fondest hope of an aging mother oak
who settles down lovingly all Her dying leaves
to blanket her precious seedlings,
‘till come some spring
when they’ll inherit her reign upon the hill top
overlooking the world’s spinning refusal to stop.
Opening wide,
as the Sun it’s endearing charms,
Life throws outward it’s loving arms
to blossom the roseate buds stirring
in the expectant hearts
of the Groom and Bride and Life yet to be.
