the evergreen remembers
all that presses in
written in bark and rings
gathering even more
waters from far deeper
below the earth, towers
feeling the air move
from season to season
hundreds or thousands
what does it matter
small creatures scurry
with their fast minds
circles of years by
the hundreds feeling
seasons stretch vast
limbs in the varied breeze
and the waters falling
always falling as i rise
while breathing back my due