The Mighty Oak

From an acorn the size of a small stone
Sprouts a spindly stick,
Boldly holding four large leaves.
In time, the trunk grows wide
And shoots towards the sky.
Sprouting branches that reach for the sun.

Towering above the rest, 
With leaves for days,
Casting a shadow on everything below.
Squirrels gather acorns from the broad canopy,
While others fall in the wind
Pelting the ground like hail.

Standing tall and proud
Sturdy, strong, yet adaptable.
A reminder of the magnificence of nature.
All from an acorn that broke open
And took root -
The mighty oak.