Nature Nurtures

Rings

So you discern the age of a tree by counting it’s rings, right
And before Botox, we measured the age of a human by its  assortment of wrinkles
But have you ever heard a tree say, ‘I wish I had fewer rings.
I wish I could just stop accumulating them’
I dare say not. Any self respecting tree is proud of its rings
‘bring ’em on’ I’ve heard them say on a number of occasions
So be like a tree and be like me
embrace your rings
How else will we know you’re still alive

The Bard of Appanoose

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