agronomyA Poem by m.s.earlyAn acorn strained its shell, took its root, and disappeared, then from the earth manifested a sprig. Fifty years passed, but in the eye of the Infinite the standing happened in a moment, and now an oak, bloomed. A planter, observed its morph cultivated it, tilled beforehand and waited... for the acorn to strain its shell, take root, and manifest a sprig. The acorn, now an oak watched him pass, become a wisp into the Infinite; it continued extending, its acorns, they plopped down in its shade. The planter could not live that long. The acorn, now an oak, counted planters collecting acorns they would never harvest across centuries, though in the eye of the Infinite its standing happened in a moment.
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