Acorn, fall into the mould
Clasp you in its gentle hold
Sip up water, burst your shell
Thin white root press out the swell
Upward send on yellow stem
One small leaf, an emerald gem.
All the time you'll ever need,
Stronger, taller is your creed.
Springtime sunshine, breezes blow
Birds and squirrels you will know
Leaves unfurl, thick and green
Grow into a leafy screen
Clouds and thunder, chilling rain
Growing stronger through the pain.
All the time you'll ever need,
Stronger, taller is your creed.
Forest fire, crushing snow
Fierce winds to bend and blow
Suns and moons and years of time
Growing in your natural clime
God's attention to His plan
Every leafy year will span.
All the time you'll ever need,
Stronger, taller is your creed.
Liz Jantz
2 responses to “The Oak”
I’m loving your poems!
Good! I would probably like yours, too.;)