The little acorn became a tree

 

                CHANGE

The little acorn became a tree

Then it died.

No leaves came in the spring.

Nothing lives

Without loss,

Whatever it be.

 

Sun, earth, moon.

Loss in a moment,

Of a passing thought,

Lost as quickly as it came.

Loss of innocence,

Even one’s own self

Goes where the acorn ends.

 

DR. KARL WALLACE DDS

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