If a tree falls in a forest, and there is no one around to hear it does it make a noise?
It rings out in silent O's it's stump marks the year of its passing, it has no bark that one can hear, it simply leaves circles of time, ripples in a wooden pond, left by the stone axe falling,
I have stood by a felled Sequoia, a massive time tunnel to the past, and the rings were countless it was wedded to life for more centuries than imaginable,
We wear one ring to show our commitment to wrap our limbs around each other, we bear stretch marks as our layers grow, like a tree we take up roots, and ring in each new year with rings of leis. we grow from the inside out, much like trees, perhaps that explains our affinity with trees.