We are Rings in Stories They Tell

Trellis leaves of trees risen again
Whisper silence of our yearly tale
They gather future stories to tell

We lose each breath we take to the trees
But gain it back through suspended sacrament
In the breeze

Animated bodies house electric minds
That piece together new
Puzzles appearing each and every time
Traveling pieces float in slowly rising
Floods and sink towards rich
Fields awaiting to be tilled

We age with the trees
We are rings in stories they tell
Know how we think
How we rose and fell
See us destroy ourselves
Warn us when they die
No words they say

Dire warning from beyond the grave

The End

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