Acorn Tree

Little by little, the acorn said,

As it slowly sank in its mossy bed, 

I am improving every day,

Hidden deep in the earth away.

Little by little, each day it grew.

Little by little it sipped the dew.

Downward it sent out a tiny root.

Up in the air sprang a tiny shoot. 

Day after day and year after year.

Little by little the leaves appear. 

The slender branches spread far and wide,

’Til the mighty oak is the forest’s pride.