I, the Acorn
I, the acorn, sought
To be a tall, wise tree.
I struggled and I fought,
And slowly came to me
My growth. I now perceived
Myself in stature high.
With heaving sigh, I breathed,
Stretched laden arms to sky.
The acorns shivered free,
And all of these were me. I
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