Poem: Acorns

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.