|photo by womanimal|
Be careful when you walk this path.
Your huge, galumphing feet cannot feel
The many tiny things they trample.
An acorn is just a seed,
A small nut,
Until it's broken.
Stomp on that acorn, crack it,
And it will grow
Tenacious tendrils into the soil.
Sufficient broken acorns
Convert a clear path
Into an unyielding thicket of scrub oak.
Acorns cannot choose where they land,
How or when they fall
From the mother oak.
They did not willfully place themselves
Along your path.
So, please, tread carefully.
Mind how you step
On the little nuts in your midst.