Do not ask for why tears drip from the pines;
It is an icy expression of joy.
Between the broken storm clouds, the sun shines
An afternoon beam upon a girl and boy,
Melting the snow gathered upon the boughs.
A crowded street of umbrella applause,
From the winter, the sun did arouse,
Giving the crying tress their special cause.
We gathered together to bear witness
Of written whispered vows being exchanged.
The umbrellas and tree leaned in to bless
The monumental moment being staged.
Silence surveyed in anticipation
To hear, “I do” said in repetition.