ACORNS

An acorn,
Small and simple,
But given time it becomes
The strong and mighty

Oak tree beneath
Which little children laugh
And play, climbing into
Its thick branches, lovingly

Embracing them with
Little hands and arms,
The mighty oak which
Provides shelter for

Chattering squirrels,
Scampering chipmunks with
Their high-pitched trills,
And the birds' nests with

Peeping hungry chicks
Popping their heads out,
Waiting for the Mother Bird,
Holding the worm in her beak.

Occasionally the tree drops
Acorns that provide nourishment
To life beneath its
Blanket of shade, from

Little chipmunks to the
Great black bear. Each
Life is like an acorn
Planted in the fertile

Soil of the world, at
First small and seemingly
Insignificant, but if given
Proper care and nourishment,

Watered with our hopes
And warmed by our dreams,
Nourished by our interactions
With our environments can

Become mighty as the
Generous oak and give
Back to the world
From which it sprang.