Question

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?

Answer 1

Answer: I am a tree.
I am a tree. My rings are produced every year, just one, and how large it is tells a story of how that particular year was.
Where I grow is where I stay, as I cannot pick up and move.
Men cut me down to make their own homes, and creatures such as birds and squirrels live in me.
When I shed my leaves they put nutrients into the ground which keep it fertile.