It could be a tree. Because the tree trunk when sliced properly one can see concentric rings. And more rings equates to a greater tree age in general.
It is a Tree.
My rings tell such a story Of years past with gracious glory Where I live is where I stay From that spot I cannot stray From my home man taketh me So they can erect another home, you see Many others bore into my sides These things that crawl and things that glide I weep with beauty or stand with grace Every year I shed myself to nourish my place
What am I?
I am an eight letter word I do not have a good meaning, but when my first three letters are removed, I become a known person in the society. Who am I?
When people cut me, I do not bleed. They use me, but then they leave. I die, but then revive. I change my appearance as time goes by. What am I?
I live above a star, but I do not burn. I have 11 friends, but they do not turn. I am visited in sequence: never, once, or repeatedly. My initials are PQRS.
Now tell me, what do I mean?
