Wispy eyes of wonder,
a tad intelligent, true,
The acorn falls to ground
The birds,alarmed,flew.

A smile everlasting,
Weather any that befall,
The trunk rose high in happiness,
the flowers extend, they call.

The wintry thoughts of solitude,
devoid of all emotion,
The stem doth harden,the bark,
it flakes,the leaves profess devotion.

The stormy tryst with destiny,
the ability,the work of art,
The roots are weak,the arch too steep,
The tree falls apart.

But survive he must,and will,
with success resound,
For,one must forsake the tree,
For the acorn on the ground.