From Little Acorns

From Little acorns One morning the little acorn opened up his eyes, He looked down and all around in astonishment and surprise. Ho felt the comforting branches rock back and forth and sway He really liked this movement it comforted him on this his birthday. As he looked down to the ground He saw a squirrel looking up. But he felt safe and secure in his snug fitting acorn cup. The months went on and he was happy swaying in the breeze He even had an acorn sister to dance with in the leaves. They talked together way up high in the great oak tree They caught the sun and got a tan They didn’t know the squirrel could see. One day a great wind did blow It ripped through all the trees, It caught the acorn up there hiding, in between the leaves. The little acorn was torn away from his sisters’ side, The wind did take the acorn in its grasp, and threw him far and wide The acorn battled with the wind throwing him all around Then he came to settle, and found he was on the ground. He laid there for a long time the leaves all covering him He was beginning to get soggy, and his skin began to thin The squirrel walked past him one day buteven he didn’t fancy him. The acorn was bereft he was beginning to rot The worms moved underneath him, the dirt built up on top. One day when he was so sad when he felt a strange move It was not the worms below him, and not the squirrel above He had almost given in and admitted to defeat But the strangest thing happened, he thought he was growing feet His arms thrust up, his feet dug down; his head broke into the bright daylight He was growing he could feel it, so he pressed on with all his might. He grew and grew his branches spread, he was the tallest all around Then he felt trembling in him and little acorns did abound Now he was a mighty oak, he was happy as can be He looked around and realised, he wasn’t just a tree He was complete he noticed, new acorns hung from every limb One day they would drop down to the ground, and grow up just like him.