Once more / a limber sapling from the soil I tore; / once more, persisting, I resolved in mind / with inmost search the causes to explore / and probe the mystery that lurked behind; / dark drops of blood once more come trickling from the rind.

The trunk is attached to the root. A log is the body of the tree cut down, without boughs: having bark and rind, pith and heart.

I want some pork rinds.

The freshest watermelon is discovered by knocking on its rind.

Her godmother scooped out all the inside of the pumpkin, leaving nothing but the rind. Then she struck it with her wand, and the pumpkin was instantly turned into a fine gilded coach.

We squeeze the orange and throw away the rind.