Once an acorn fell from a little boys pocket
It was covered in dirt and buried by nightfall
After settling its roots it grew like a rocket
As a sapling it was the tallest of them all.
It had bright emerald leaves
It’s twig-like branches sprouted out
As the daylight began to leave
Winter came and the saplings life was in doubt
For over seven decades the mighty oak grew
taller
Drinking water by the gallon making oxygen too
Playing host to squirrels and things that are
smaller
Dropping its leaves in Autumn, in the Spring
making new.
The little boys grandson now gathers acorns
from the tree
Playing and laughing and having great fun
His pet dog chases squirrels and barks with
glee
Thank you grandad for dropping this one.
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