Evergreen wreath
From an evergreen tree!
Bestow my life,
As I void myself
In the end, of browned;

Wreaths are green!
Smell good, too!
Renewing sight;
Void my void,
Atrociously.

Ever singing, (breathe)
Ever greened! Fir tree,
Under me! Live, (I too die)
As past is voided, (While)
In the end, I am breemed…

Maybe winging, Jonathan,
Smells too good.
Purifying.
Rectifying,
My own self. In the end.