The Last Acorn

Today, I'm treasure in your palm tomorrow the magic will be gone- One day your children will swing from my sturdy branches and their children will gather up my hatted ones and turn them into treasures with eyes that will never sparkle forever. When you breath your last I'll be in my prime... the elders will gather paint water-colored eulogies in my shade. After words, the children will whorl in laughter amidst the sunlight's rapture... My leaves and your sweet soul singing in harmony called eternity~ 5/4/20