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My Acorn Tree

Written by Sreekar

 

 

Up the tree I scurry,

up and over leaves.

I weave around the branches

of my beautiful acorn tree.

 

It ruffles my fur, the late summer breeze,

like the salty wind over high seas,

for nothing can hurt me way up here

in my beautiful, wonderful acorn tree.

 

As a dog glares at me silently,

I hurry up the trunk, out of reach

of that dog viciously barking underneath

my beautiful, wonderful acorn tree.

 

Oh, my beautiful, wonderful acorn tree,

how you feed and protect and live for me!

At any time, in any way,

I know you’ll be there for me, every day.

 

I gracefully climb up your bark,

like the wind would swim through the air.

Up there... I can truly feel free

on my beautiful, wonderful acorn tree.

 

Let my long, bushy tail comfort you so

in the dead of night, you won’t feel alone.

Please know, I love you so,

my beautiful, wonderful acorn tree.

 

 

 

Sreekar is a 13 year old writer who resides in New York. When he was younger, he became fascinated by a variety of poems & short stories, so he began writing. Writing under the nom de plume, Vicarious, he is currently a teen writer at WritetheWorld.com!