The Tree On My Finger

A Tree

In

Blue Stone

I wear 

The ring

It is battered

Through works

That the hand

Of the bearer

Has performed

Its shape not

Longer perfect

Round and its

Seal that holds

The living tree

Etz Chayim

The tree of life

Is damaged not

The tree but

The blue stone 

That captured its

Images his image

Is untouched

But the ring

More the hand

And the wearer

Are worn yet

Time´s made

It more beautiful

And the carrier

Who wears this

Symbol of his

Judgment prays

It rubs off

.