Each year a tree trunk makes another ring
but not the kind of ring heard from a phone;
a circle that a year of growth will bring,
defined by wood of slightly darker tone.
The ring that every year a tree will make
is not the kind of ring that people give
when love and longing cause their souls to ache
to be together through the lives they live.
A tree won’t won’t have a ring as would a planet
that’s made of icy rocks like rings of Saturn,
and it just happens though the tree won’t plan it
to add to its concentric circle pattern.
The rings reveal how long the tree has grown,
when it’s been cut. It’s best they be unknown.
Mario A. Pita