Once a little acorn fell.
He had, by chance, come free.
Hitting softly upon the ground,
He made only a tiny sound
But please do not fret…
One day he’ll become a great oak tree.
And little child, so will thee.
Although you are small
And may now feel slight,
Sing your precious songs,
Even though they may sound wrong
And do as the little acorn does…
Reach always towards the light,
Knowing within that all is right.
It’s from a tiny spark
That a flame does grow
And though you are now unsure,
What matters is your heart is pure.
The truth that lives inside
Is all that you can know.
Be young and let your instincts flow.
Rest little acorn…
One day a grand tree you’ll be
But this is something you can’t rush.
Yes dear child, I know… but hush.
Time is all you need.
Allow your spirits to run free
And know, little child, that I love thee.
Stash 11/20/90