A sapling reaches for the sun, it's leaves stretch out to draw in the light. It grows up inch by inch, pushing up and putting down roots. As it expands and grows, the rings that it creates capture a little bit of time with each passing year. A record hidden from the naked eye is captured in the heart of the tree. It is said that nature doesn't remember, but that is not true. The records of what has happened and who we are surrounds all, we just do not want to take time to see what the rings have remembered.