The Acorn

The Acorn

The small acorn finally had to let go

Down down falling hitting branches to and fro

Finally hitting the earth with a small thud

After some rolling and spinning landing in the soft mud

Tired and sore the acorn starts to cry

When suddenly

Jolted the small nut is picked up by a squirrel

One that is big and brown and has a tail with a curl

Jostled and bumped

The poor fruit is accidentally dumped

Careening into some fresh soil landing not too softly

And basically now sinking down ever so slowly

The little acorn tired now falls into a sort of death-sleep

Winter is coming with snow cold and deep

This little fellow though is soon to be reborn

Come next spring an oak tree will come out of this shell now broken and torn

Mighty and massive is the oak  tree

The little acorn now given its will for that to be

To one day be towering over the land

All because a squirrel carried too much in one hand

So too can we spiritually grow

Provided we give up all of our own ego

And follow the whim of He our Savior

Jesus Christ the death-destroyer

Amen

JFFIII 10/17/24