The Last Acorn
The last Acorn, I stand forlorn
and alone, yet firm and strong
God's kindness filled in me, all do adorn
The last Acorn, I stand forlorn
I protect those who keep me airborne
granting them immortality for long
The last Acorn, I stand forlorn
and alone, yet firm and strong.
The fruit of the oaktree, I forsee very far
before I fall down to kiss the ground
I get picked up and quickly stored in a jar
The fruit of the oaktree, I forsee very far
Warding off evil spirits, I fight them as a czar
Bring luck to those who consider me profound
The fruit of the oaktree, I forsee very far
before I fall down to kiss the ground.
6.5.2020
Copyright © Mohan Chutani | Year Posted 2020
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