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