Rings

ringsIf I were to cut my bone
Would I be able to read it like a tree
Each line a story
A mark of my history?
I stood tall and firm
Striving to be a selfless canopy
My eyes wide open
What will be is what will be
I kept my feet planted
On solid ground
An amazing feat in of itself
For I constantly moved around
Life is a blink
Compared to that of a tree
Rings upon rings
exist full and fruitful
Interwoven solidity

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