I took an acorn and put it in a pot.

I then covered it with earth, not a lot.

Great pleasure was mine watching it grow.

The first budding green came ever so slow.

I watered my plant twice a week I knew I would transplant it down by the creek.

One day it will be a giant oak,

To shield me from the sun a sheltering cloak.

Lovers will carve their initials in the bark,

An arrow through a heart they will leave their mark.

t will shelter those caught in a fine summers rain, Under its leafy bows joy will be again.