Acorns

Large oak trees, from little acorns grow,
A metaphor for life I know.

Weak roots, thin buds, a mission to lengthen,
Cautiously creeping, trying to strengthen.

One day a small leaf trod underfoot,
Years pass, refuge is found under your root.

Mighty trunk, strong branches, majestic sight to behold,
A force of nature so proud and so bold.

Unlucky for you, you picked a bad spot,
Next to my house, a good spot it is not.

And so though it pains me, this is the day,
I'm sorry it has to end up this way.

I'll try to be fast I'll try to be swift,
It won't be in vain, you have one final gift.

A cold and long winter ahead,
My log burner, your wood to be fed.

;)