A Tree

A tree A tree full of acorns that once were trees One drops to the ground where it germinates and seeds A year maybe goes by and a sapling you'll see The weather will surround it with everything it needs and sunshine for photosynthesis As I contemplate the tree I see that humans are just acorns or trees All at different stages of an ever evolving scheme, never dying or living just wanting to be So when you see a tree or an acorn remember my poem because the tree becomes the acorn becomes the tree