Nuts fall to the ground <br />From strong study branches <br />Of some of the tallest trees. <br />Then we reach down <br />To pick them up <br />Carefully cracking them open <br />Just for the good in them. <br />We never know really whats inside <br />But we have hope for the good <br />Of them.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nuts-2/
