The Rings of Trees
Counting the days it takes to create a mountain,
Seeking connections between man's existence and time.
Noah can attest a month's worth of rain creates oceans.
Looking for answers to questions you may never find.
A snowflake can blanket a piece of the world when multiplied,
Is it true that no two are ever exactly alike?
Each grain of sand that ebbs and flows at high tide,
Is a fragment of God's chiseled artistic psyche.
How many seconds exist in an average lifetime?
Does a leaf have more cells than stars in the milky way?
A hand-full of seeds when planted can fill a skyline.
Mother nature tracks her hours through growth and decay.
Layers of earth cover billions of yearly reminders,
Trees are the hour hands of God's vigilant watch.
Their inner circles conceal time-linear definers,
Infinite cords of natural perpetual clocks.
When mankind finally destroys the world he lives in.
When the moon and the sun suddenly cease to shine.
What will become of our homes, our friends and children?
Will the pillage of botanic arrogance equal the crime?
When life's no longer defined by one's soul and purpose.
When forest's are totally sacrificed for malevolent needs.
When foliage and pestilence no longer propagate earth's surface,
Woodlands sheared remnants of an ecologic disease.
The last full measure of our inhumane, deplorable co-existence,
May reside in the formidable remains of the rings of trees.
Copyright © September 2009
Kevin Mooney
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