In The Forest

An acorn, which is just a seed jumped off the tree to meet a weed. The weed was wearing an attire that set the acorn's heart on fire. A cousin of the acorn wandered onto the scene, his name was oak. He, being chaste, never philandered he was a rather boring bloke. The oak was suddenly just seized by a black bird of purple feather, you understand the oak was cheesed he had been waiting for wet weather to find a spot on forest ground to settle in miniature sprouts. But now he was, damn, downward bound and none would hear his desperate shouts. Turns out the bird had indigestion and lost the oakseed in midflight, he landed, asked himself the question what he would do and if he might consider hiding his oak nose until his feet had taken hold from predators and all of those who needed seeds to ward off cold. So as he glanced around he saw a pretty rose of red and yellow impressed, he whispered oh and ah, the rose looked over, said 'Hey, fellow, what brings you to this neck o' woods you normally belong inside the forest but you have the goods to stay right here where you can hide.' The rose had petals and big leaves and Oakseed liked the looks of her, so they decided on the eve of Autumn that a bit of fur from passing hairy rats and mice, that had been caught by rose's thorn would be the thing to do and nice, thus Oakseed felt like a re-born and well regarded little seed. Meanwhile the acorn, had progressed in this, his time of carnal need, to helping her build one fine nest where they could snuggle in the snow and be protected from the rain. Meanwhile they both would thrive and grow and later giant heights attain. So, once again the forest had looked after its inhabitants. There is a logic, sound but sad that favours the recalcitrants. So, winter came, its bitter cold severely tested all their powers, they shivered some, but with their bold and wondrous voices, in snow showers they sang the kindred spirit song, and all the creatures, all the trees felt how the bond had grown so strong the melody melted the freeze. The words were clear and had been sung throughout the ages by all lovers, as Oakseed and the Acorn clung to weed and roseleaves, as their covers. 'Over the rainbow', now was heard and don't you doubt this tale of caring and if you sing word after word you'll thank this poet, yet, for sharing.