A Small Poem For An Acorn Poem by Mary Champion

A Small Poem For An Acorn

In Autumn you will fade from green to brown,
the slightest wind will see you falling down
to lie, almost forgotten on the ground.
Trodden underfoot you'll sink below
till a tiny sapling oak begins to grow.

Tuesday, February 18, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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