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I wish I was an acorn, To be protected with tough exoshell.
To not care how high the world is, To not matter what heights I fell.

I wished I was an acorn, to be secluded in the ground,
Bathe in darkness, I’d be lost. Persistent sunlight; me she found.

I wished I was an acorn, young potential packed in a nut,
Consumed by mother Earth, I’d sprout life within her gut.

— The End —