Little acorn on the ground

From the bud and of the best

Little feet go stepping down

Barely missing acorn’s crest

Little time does acorn have

In the months of birth and seed

But those moments mean the most

When small, and of the nurturing need

How the acorn yearns to grow

How it yearns to stretch it’s limbs

But feet come padding, crunching down

And time to grow does not begin

Although life cannot succeed

For often fail do young defense

The know of things that would be done

Hate us now for their prevent