I sit beside the stump, I see so many rings
I touch from the centre, so many years
My fingers grace its age
So many things seen
Sapling,
Branches,
Leaves,
Generations have swung,
Ran around,
Hid in the foliage of its leaves.
Lovers took cover as rain came down,
So many lives
Have passed this majestic wood
Now but a stump, taken in greed.
But where the rings had ended
In the centre where life sprung forth,
Now a sapling grows
So the cycle of
Life
Growth
Years
When I'm gone, who will climb
Take cover under it foliage
The seasons will come and go
Each ring a year of life, as time carries on.