Oak

A tiny little ball,
No bigger than a thumbnail,
Lies in the cool, dark ground,
Fed and nourished from the Mother’s breast,
Starts awakening, pushing out,
Developing tiny roots and sprouts,
Budding leaves push upwards and outwards,
Intricate roots push downwards and hold fast,
The little sapling grows strong and proud.

A weary wanderer, seeks shelter beneath the cool canopy,
Laughing children play chase around the trunk,
Little birds in their nests safe high on the boughs,
Caterpillars munch on the good green foliage,
All under the shelter of the proud, mighty oak,
That started out as a little, insignificant seed.

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