Oct 262024
| My rings tell such a story Of years past with gracious glory Where I live is where I stay From that spot I cannot stray From my home man taketh me So they can erect another home, you see Many others bore into my sides These things that crawl and things that glide I weep with beauty or stand with grace Every year I shed myself to nourish my place |
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