Rings

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

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