Field of Trees
A field of trees
High in the heavens
Plowed and made fertile
Prepared to yield
Fruits of holy ecstasy
For the long and gentle Sabbath
The prohibited bride
Is now the permitted wife
All the secrets of love
And all the secrets of life
Are now her own
And she is the gardener of the garden
And her trees produce in abundance
Her aura while she labored
Was worthy of life
Her radiance in her rest
Is her praise to her God
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