The humble little acorn
didn’t do much for a while
on the floor of the garden
Crestfallen apples
mocked him for days
among the fallen leaves
Kids picked up the conkers
for games in the yard
Acorn left behind
But then – one day – little seed did toil
and started to grow
in some composted soil
And soon the acorn was happy can be
as he grew mighty and tall as a grand oak tree
where the birds and children played – full of glee
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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