In a Nutshell

Seasons pass away little by little time moves hour by hour Within your branches, your hearth of leaves I wait in patience, moment by moment years turn decades, nurtured in hope rolling in your epochs of excitement murmuring in your sighs of endowment Yes, at last... the first acorn is born nestled in your sturdy arms, I hang on a mighty code etched within my heart a passionate life packed within my soul an embedded oak weaves silver dreams. all compressed, and then I fall... My shell wailing the hit, hardness of a thud No shade , no comfort, no more birdsongs On a ground of dirt laid a bushel of acorns Scattered hither and thither, broken wreckage remnant memories of sweet honeybees hammock swinging close to our boughs Is this our graveyard? cries of siblings dissipate in crisp air. No, please let me live once more. woodpecker's beak I travel unknown lands a solitary tree, ..a scampering squirrel swashed in a lake , strewed amid grass random winds of luck to a mossy rabbit hole. Seasons pass away little by little. time moves hour by hour. Life sprouts a tiny shoot, a thread like root I wait in patience, moment by moment years turn decades, a strong oak stands to tell an acorn rose and fell,...long story in a nutshell. 23rd April 2020 Sponsor John lawless Contest Name The Last Acorn