We begin as little acorns
unable to conceive of becoming tall Oaks,
but wishing for it, evenso.
Looking high at those taller than we,
hoping they see our potential to grow strong
and develop deep roots.
Meanwhile, we miss the sight,
of the aged looking downward,
through their leaves,
marveling at how far they have come,
seeking to shelter us littler twigs from the harshest rays,
as we test our newly uncurled leaves,
and welcome our first birds,
to nest in open limbs.