Poem: All From a Tiny Seed
One little acorn
centuries ago
grows into
a majestic
oak tree
It has
seen
kings
come and go
wars waged
and lost
generations
married under
its sturdy trunk
and overreaching
branches
beliefs change
pieces of it
as souvenirs
now its roots
will be saved
What more
will it see
if it survives
the hubris
of modern man?
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