Tough way to grow tall*
An acorn has dropped onto the ground
The rain and wind has pushed it around
No place to go as it fears the frost and cold
Looking for an opening right in a hole
Eventually as nature sees it fit
Some dirt is blown over like a blanket where it sits
As it waits patiently and its kernel is opened and
torn
A root takes shape as it is formed to be born
Balance is its direction, alignment to be true
To come out of the ground and sunlight in view
All through this process, silence is what it spoke
Now just take a look at was small, a huge hearty oak
Dom*Colucci 2012
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