From great oak trees do small acorns grow.
What a relief.
The essence of that ugly lumbering beast re-folded in a tiny, perfect form.
And what of the destiny of an acorn?
For most, it’s a life of thrills and spills.
To be invited into the digestive tracts of squirrels, deer, jays, pigs and mice.
To play host to the larvae of moths, weevils and wasps. To gall.
To warm the cockles of foraging children and parents.
To escape to barren places.
And, for an unlucky few, to be torn apart from within.
That awful alien word, ‘germinate.’