Destiny

I can’t believe they didn’t find me, those squirrels that were right behind me. I know they grabbed up all the rest. I’m special and I have been blessed. New lease on life brings such elation, I’m filled with noble expectations. I’ll be a source of style and grace to bring enhancement to this place. I symbolize strength and potential. My seed is small but consequential. My child could live a thousand years* and generate a throng of peers. My offspring is a boon to nature. Books tell you of its nomenclature. Don’t underestimate my role in life on Earth; I am its soul. Those squirrels did the world a favor; they left one whose resolve won’t waver! I want the entire world to know “Great oaks from little acorns grow.”** *atiwoodlandtrust.org.uk (numerous other sources) **Found at Lexico and the Free Dictionary (numerous other sources) Date: April 12, 2020 Contest Title: The Last Acorn Sponsor: John Lawless January 2, 2023 entered in Brian Strand's Poetry Contest 1165