Confined unto the ground
Dreamed of being higher
Than where his life was bound
He lived with other acorns
Beneath a giant oak
And looked up to its branches
Each morning that he woke
He knew he could be more
Than who he was that day
And hoped the time would come
When he'd find a diff'rent way
Each day that passed he prayed
To be sent a special sign
That would move him on to more
And reveal his true design
All the other acorns
Were content with being bound
But the tiny little acorn
Wanted something more profound
He said to all the others
"Don't you hope for something new?
Don't you long to feel complete?
And to reach the fullest you?"
The acorns sat in silence
Then they laughed and moved away
"Don't you know that we are acorns?
and that's how we're meant to stay"
The acorn felt defeated
But he knew within his heart
That he was somehow diff'rent
For he'd known it from the start
So he waited in the tension
The time of in-between
For a spark, a touch of grace
For something yet unseen
One morning when he woke
He looked up to the sky
And saw the oak tree's branches
Reaching up so high
He sensed something familiar
So deep within his core
Desire surged again
Like he'd never felt before
Then he knew, "I am an oak.
I was made to grow that tall
To transform into a tree
From an acorn oh so small"
And so, the acorn grew
Planted in the earth
A tree, in all its splendor stood
From seed that gave it birth
Just like the little acorn
Who can grow into a tree
We cannot put a limit
On our possibility
We are given chance to dream
For hope of life in store
Unlocked and true potential
For we were made for more
-C. O'Connell-
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