An acorn is a tiny thing
But out of it a giant springs
It makes a home for birds and bugs
The roots give rocks and boulders hugs
Below it's branches leaves are dried
And broken hearted souls have cried
Tombstones lie below this one
Someone lost their only son
A stream of water near another
Where someone buried their dead mother
But back to other happy things
The peacefulness, wind whisperings
Powerful and mighty is this tree
That it puts hope inside of me
A mosquito flies around my head
Not bothering the lucky dead
But he brings hope to my heart
To get me up for a fresh start
You think you're too small to affect big things
Take note from that tiny terrorist with wings
God gave us nature for peace to be found
That's why I'm sitting here on the ground
People are buried all over the place
That's why this spot has a different pace
No one is worried or hurrying by
Nobody crying or asking God why
They've been sleeping for hundreds of years
Their prayers have been answered, no more tears
They sleep and wait for the glorious Son
To come down and say, 'alas, it is done.'