the tree wraps its memories
round and round in solid rings
rain, shine, storm of the years

i warmly wrap up yours in the things that we do
i feel myself swirling into your arms
holding them tight as rings, wooden rings
swirling, twirling and dancing round and round
to our best years.

john tiong chunghoo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ring-memories/