Natural Allegory of a Scapegoat Killed

At eventide where dwell the lost,
A blood-soaked fulfilment, a payment of cost,
Soiled garments taken, becoming ever red,
In royal adoption we were given life.

A perfect river, an ever flowing stream,
Of iridescent water that purifies and gleams,
A just and righteous estuary, an everlasting spring,
A water of divine reflection.

By a xylem, a vein, through which life flows,
The Branch that sprouts so fruitfully grows,
From the holy rod of sacred appointment,
A quenching shrub, of fruit that is ripe.

In royal adoption, we were given life,
By a water of divine reflection.
A quenching shrub, a fruit that is ripe,
Came from Heaven, dying for my imperfection.

It's like a beautiful ballet of linguistic pleasure.

forgot my basic biology and had to scramble over to dictionary.com, love it when that happens!!
beautiful piece...a gift given freely.