I am a Little Acorn

I am a little acorn
High up in the trees
Nestled snug inside my cup
Swinging in the breeze.

I am a little acorn
Falling to the ground
Spiralling down to meet the earth
With a painful, CRUNCHing sound

I am a little acorn
Getting carried away
In the mouth of a busy squirrel
Buried for another day

I am a little acorn
The one that the squirrel forgot
Left all alone beneath the soil
Worried that I'll just rot

I was a little acorn
And would have thought it such a joke
If you told me then I'd sprout and grow
Into this majestic oak!