Mild after the storm.
An acorn on the ground,
unfound,
waiting with potential
energy stored in a small space,
growth trapped in today
before its time.
Hope is a question,
sapling is a vision,
tree stump is a lifetime.
Far ahead, the branch of life
reaching high places,
showering the forest with support,
enriching the soil,
providing shelter.
The hawk overhead diving,
a lucky chipmunk,
and the acorn of future days
still waiting.
Will a creature eat today?
Can the forest reach the sky?
Picture that.