Fallen Acorn

From a tree with fertile aspirations An acorn aimlessly falls to the ground Grounded by it's nurtured mold Brokered to an evolving forest Watered by providence; covered with nature's benevolence Blown about by truant winds of change Saturated with Spring's, fertile rains Smothered by fawning foliage Trodden under by creatures with ulterior motives Struggling to find its own space in a cluttered world Pressed by external forces, but will not crack Its exterior hardened by ability to adapt, change Acclimated to a world of material degradation Finding acceptance through physical congruity Blandly blending into its colorful world