An Acorn Tree

Enshrouded in velvety down
By a one-winged mortal
Or devil, who can tell

Mayhap a fruitless attempt
At protecting beneath
An acorn lying in the sandy soil
His foolish attempt
At protecting the seed
From the unrelentless elements

All in the hope
Of seeing the seed sprout
Amidst the terrible drought


~This speaks of a story again, as every poem that is written is always under metaphorical disguise~