ACORN

The acorn hides
In the dark of it's shell.
Receiving nourishment
From somewhere it knows not,

And wonders about the light.
(Does it exist?
How would I know?)

The bird spies the nut!
(Who knows why
This bird,
This nut,
This time).

It's beak darts forward,
Crushing the shell.

The tender nut is
Bathed in light.

And so begins
Another dark journey.