When an acorn dies

 

When an acorn dies

we remember the touch, shape, and smell

We cry.
When an acorn dies
only long after
we will notice a towering oak tree
Who will remember the acorn
by a giant oak tree?
Who will cry for the acorn?
Under an oak tree
poets will gather and rest
sing new songs and recite new poems
Nobody will remember the acorn any more
The acorn is still breathing there
when people stop talking about her
Who would feel her then
and smile?
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About biblepreacher

United Methodist Church Pastor. My wife, Hysung Hong Lee, is also a UMC pastor and my Son, Hozeh, and Daughter, Hoyon, are college students.
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