Genealotrees

By the waters rushing down,

Near the streams of liquid life,

They spread their roots deep and wide,

Stretch to sun and shade their young

One new year, one new band, uniting them forever

Green in spring and green in snow, they weather this together.

A million years, and a thousand bitter frosts, they grow and sprout and spread and change.

And when you chop, they splinter, fall, but count their rings and understand:

Never in a million years did they break the band,

Never in a million years.