POEM: AN ACORN IN THE DESERT

 

An acorn in the desert cannot grow,

Nor the cactus in an oak grove;

The orchid cold cannot withstand,

Or lovely rose bloom in sand.

 

And while it is a miracle to see

On arid dunes, a mighty tree,

How lonely the branches bare

Without forest friends nesting there?

 

Better morning glories upon Dawn’s door;

Heather blooming on highland moor;

Kelp beds bathing on ocean’s floor;

And mountain pines where eagles soar.

 

Every seed contains a destiny,

Encoded as a recipe

Of required environments,

And mixture of the elements.

 

For how much more we have to give,

When in harmony we do live!

An acorn in the desert cannot grow,

Nor the cactus in an oak grove.

 

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