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