Tree tops staking their claims early at heaven's open gates,
balancing their roots and branches for lifetimes, eons, ages.
Gathering knowledge from the ground and atmosphere through
osmosis, tallying age with rings of circles, particularly
effective, although never having to get up or move about.
Just browse through life, allowing it to count them silently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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