Stronger by circles I grow,
Weaker by cycles I die.
Letting the symmetry flow,
Up from my roots to the sky.
Fed by the fires of the earth,
Sweet osmosis come quench my thirst.
Just one more deep drink for me,
One more ring of life around this tree.
I'm moving, improving my view,
Claiming my right to the sun.
Adding on is nothing new,
When it all adds up to one.
Two, three, four more points in time,
These all become well spaced lines.
Curving a pattern through me,
One more ring of life around this tree.
Ring around the roses,
Pocketful of posies,
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.