O glyptostroboides

Broad I am not 
Expansive will I never be 
But conical I stand tall 
With waves of surface feet 

My arms they reach up high 
To skies I’ll never reach 
Cavernous union furrows
With subtle moss I speak.

Oh time I do long
Through 50ft of springs 
20 years ago I sprouted 
Dreams of thrice as many rings

Now youth my skin be reddish brown
becoming darker as I age
Fissured, cracked, and sloughing
As time does turn my page. 

By then I be one hundred feet 
With buttress firm and proud
That day Ill play the fluted song
Amidst a silent forest crowd 

Till then I stand straight
In predetermined way 
Through Spring and snow
 I'll spread my toes
Old friend again one day. 

-This is the story of a tree I met and came to know and a morning exercise in writing while at work. 
-I wrote a longer version but I am not sure about its flow, in my eyes, this shortened simplified version read better.