The Mighty Oak
The Mighty Oak
Abandoned
by the squirrel
the acorn
slowly awoke
pushing tentative roots
delicate as gossamer
into the soft brown earth.
Toes
feeling their way
inside a pair of fluffy slippers
simultaneously
sending one tender shoot
upwards
towards the warmth of the sun
instinctively, timidly
not yet knowing
her destiny.
She swayed slightly
in the early Spring breeze
looking up in astonishment
at the mighty oak
towering above her
like a proud parent
and then...
she twigged.
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🌱 understanding hits us all at some point. Nice poem.
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very clever and beautiful 🙂
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