AN ACORN


An acorn on an oak tree grew
The wind around him gently blew
It whispered to him ,quietly ,softly,
"Some day from your mother ,
You will be free,
To grow and be a mighty tree"
"Who ? Me? a mighty oak ?
The acorn thought this a joke.

Cold autumn winds whistled round
And knocked the acorn to the ground.
A little girl passing by
The small acorn she did spy
She picked it up
But let if fall,
Down a nearby rabbit hole .

All winter long he lay inside ,
His little body turned dry .
In the Springtime
A shoot of green,
From the acorn could be seen ,
It grew and grew ,
As years rolled by ,
Soon he reached up to the sky ,
So it was a tale come true ,
A mighty oak from the acorn grew ....
Written By Knieland