Tall and slumped like a tree,

My rings are like a diary

The chapter of my history

To document the memories


Harsh winters cold has come and gone

The thaw of spring, warm summer’s dawn

And time still hikes eternally on…


I stand in the company of many, who, like me

Have rings.

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