Just a Seed

If an acorn could dream, could he dream of the oak?

Can the acorn -- so vulnerable to every force of nature -- conceive that he would become that at which wind howls and fire roars, but still he stands unmoved?

Can the acorn -- unsheltered, unwanted, alone -- imagine that he would be home and life to the chippers and chirpers, climbers and crawlers that once kicked him aside?

Can the acorn -- a dead shell of...something -- dream of the fullness of life he will one day contain?

And yet, if the acorn remains in the dark, will he ever come alive?

To this I cling: I am only an acorn. And in the light I am sown.

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