An acorn drops, <br />piercing the leafy humus. <br />Heavy rain in the night <br />entrenches it <br />in the soil. <br /> <br />Leaves conceal it <br />from foraging squirrels, <br />and wind-sifted sunlight <br />stirs growth <br />within and splinters <br />its protective walls. <br /> <br />Probing, thirsty <br />roots like drills <br />burrow for water. <br /> <br />Frail, taut shoots <br />thrust in the opposite direction <br />succumbing to the upward pull <br />toward light— <br />in it for the long haul. <br /> <br />The trunk grows muscular, <br />and calluses with bark; <br />branches terminate in twigs. <br />Spring buds foliate, <br />flowers burgeon, <br />and fructify. <br />And then <br />An acorn drops.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-oak-s-progress/
