I planted an acorn deep in the ground, <br />Through the moist ground it came, making no sound. <br /> <br />I watched as the acorn so shiny and small, <br />Became a live oak, growing so tall. <br /> <br />It's branches spread out, big, sturdy, and strong, <br />Covered with spanish moss, and exceedingly long. <br /> <br />Now the wind in the leaves, makes a music so sweet, <br />On long summer nights, in the soft southern heat. <br /> <br />When i'm gone from this Earth, when my spirit is free, <br />The wind will be blowing through my giant oak tree. <br /> <br />12/11/05 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-acorn-4/
