An acorn drops with a little cap, a little hat for going on adventures with, maybe whisked away to a squirrel’s nest, maybe dropped into the ground and raising up, spreading arms out to spread out other little capped adventurers.
The acorn fell on her head. She looked up at the tall oak tree, and picked up the acorn. it still astounded her, how something so large and magnificent could start from something so small and it was sit on the palm of her hand.
I’ve dreamt dreams not meant for this slum. A place very different from my reality. Summers never-ending, autumn nights filled with the fruity earthiness of acorns, and a Spring, any Spring, very far away from this man.
They’re all over the ground at times and my grandson brings them home his pockets bulging for me to create a world on the windowsill along with the broken glass and rusty bits from another day.
An acorn drops with a little cap, a little hat for going on adventures with, maybe whisked away to a squirrel’s nest, maybe dropped into the ground and raising up, spreading arms out to spread out other little capped adventurers.
Acorn reminds me of fall, when leaves turn colors. It’s the awesome time of the year.
Acorn reminds me of fall, where the leaves turn colors. Yellow and orange are awesome.
Tree food oak Indians mush filter squirrel nut seed shell hat
The acorn fell on her head. She looked up at the tall oak tree, and picked up the acorn. it still astounded her, how something so large and magnificent could start from something so small and it was sit on the palm of her hand.
I’ve dreamt dreams not meant for this slum. A place very different from my reality. Summers never-ending, autumn nights filled with the fruity earthiness of acorns, and a Spring, any Spring, very far away from this man.
They’re all over the ground at times and my grandson brings them home his pockets bulging for me to create a world on the windowsill along with the broken glass and rusty bits from another day.