Perspective is reality
I sat contemplating my life
I dreamed of great fortune
Of beautiful women on my arms
When I was struck on the head by an acorn
An acorn from a great oak tree
Struck me on my head so soundly
The light thump echoing in my ears

I didn't conjure images of gravity
I didn't think in rates of change
I didn't hypothesize terminal velocity
Or in nature how science reigns
I didn't believe this moment kismet
I didn't imagine in algebraic terms
I didn't comprehend in physics
No science did this little nut affirm

Not miraculous, no calculus, no trigonometry
No differentials, exponentials, no divine symmetry
Approaching limits, I'm a cynic, nor solid geometry
I simply saw some nature, just a nut from an oak tree

The earth did not shatter with new theory
No new mathematic principle was born
All I thought was, "Stupid Nut!"
As I stared at this one tiny oak acorn