Why,
in a tree filled with leaves,
is there an acorn,
why is it there,
why does it stay
Beingso different than all the leaves,
the acorn sits there alone,
no leaves do care for the acorn,
for it does not belong on this tree,
in fact,
they hate it
With being so different,
the tree is not right with that acorn,
"There just to mock the tree" says a leaf,
disgusted by the acorn,
all wish it away,
all wish it dead,
With time,
the acorn loses the will,
loses the hope to stay there,
barely hanging on,
it's just trying to wait everything out
Rejoice comes from all the leaves,
when the acorn falls from it's branch,
the fall seems to take an eternity,
the leaves just want it gone
Forgotten is the acorn with time,
it is not missed,
it is not remembered
The tree is now back to normal,
it only has leaves,
never again will it be tainted by difference.