I walked through the woods
On a cloudy November day.
I stopped to pick up an acorn
And put it in my pocket to take home.
Such great potential in a tiny vessel.
I carried a large oak home that day;
But I did not struggle with the weight of it.
I hardly thought any more of it.
The next day I planted that seed.
In a secluded corner of the backyard.
I waited patiently over the years
And was rewarded with much shade.
But one day many years later
I walked through those same woods as before
It was then I realized the absence of an oak tree,
And guilt lay heavy on me for my theft.