That little thing, carrying acorns hurriedly
Across from where the tree had fallen.
To many held ones always loose like
A bread crumb staying still till growth.

Time did move and seasons passed, it
Grew as night and day carried onwards
Never shifting only vertical towards the
Yearning the sky just out of touch.

Man tended the wood, where their were
many, only once stood tall. Fields ploughed,
Acorns fell birthed from above but always
Dug up, alone it stood in a field of corn.

Then a road passed through progress had
Taken this field and cut it in two but still it
Stood the test of time, a furry little one climbed
Holding onto to much as many did fall.

Silent night stars fell into the night sky and
In to the darkness did appear two beams of
Unnatural light as if pulled towards it two
Opposite forces  moving and still became one.

Lights flickered as rouge coated bark, under
This tree lifeless motion acorns feel like rain
Caught by flickering lights faded glow. It was
Torn, fallen it had stood tall for so long.

An acorn was dropped hurriedly so long
Ago in this spot. And it grew to meet this
Moment of cause and effect, destined to
Be met in a flickering lights end glow.