There’s a story in the rings
Of lean years
And times of plenty
Some years you get
And some years you give
You lose all your leaves In the winter of life
And struggle against the cold
Lonely dormancy
Small comfort
That blanket of snow
Then the days lengthen
The air fills with bird song
A rising raising warmth
Swelling buds
Sunshine intermixed with rain
Here comes the green of a full life
Here comes the flowers in their
Glorious colors
Flamboyant or shy
They decorate the earth
With hope
