The Last Acorn
How mighty did she stand
tall and regal, stately on the land
within her branches stretched
a view along the earth's great edge
in the curve unseen lay God the architect;
but life itself is dealt within shadowed joy and tears
and the girth and sinew of more than two hundred years
birthed young saplings from the profusion of acorn seeds;
that acorn grows to saturate an earth that bleeds
bound tight, secure and snug
beneath the coverlet of earthen rugs
renewed and replenishing the gifts of life
burdened with the memories of old man winter's wife
who embellished the forests of day and night
but polluted rivers, mountains, seas- the creations of humanity
dwindle regrowth and its expediency
until surprise and recognition at last falls
the last acorn of time's concrete walls.
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