Nature, Poetry



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

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