similar "annual rings" you'd view Each year, furrows a new wrinkle & deeper burrows the old crinkle With each ring, I shall wither & wane, Yes soon shall be gnarly & drain Ticking away the hour glass sand will run out, someday will pass But then deeper are my roots branched & matured have my fruits Wind whistles a love song through my leaves, Oh No, I am not yet Done Sway lustily with you "Oh Tempest," You are surely "the One" Till eventually I finally calm & fade I promise you all my comfort & shade.