Birth of An Oak Tree
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BIRTH OF AN OAK TREE
All my siblings have left mother tree.
I am the last acorn to stick still at stalk
on big bough as the last most precious stock
covered by bunch of leaves feeling free
Being hidden I escape eyes of birds.
Flying insects also cannot disturb me
I hope to fall when tree will discard
me at proper time naturally.
I will sprout on Nature’s tender care
Seedling turning in sapling with slender arms
on caress of soil-water-air.
I will spread green canopy with leafy charms.
To yield Oak tree, me the last acorn.
The dense thick foliage will shine verdant.
I am thankful grateful, being born.
The proud inheritor: Joyous descendant.
04/27/20
First Place
' A Brian Strand You Choose '
Contest by Brian Strand
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2020
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