Big Trees and Small Acorns Wednesday, May 14, 2025

When I would go to the gym in the fall,

I’d walk across campus and see the trees.

Those trees were big.

They were approaching their weakest.

Winter was creeping across the grass and the trees would soon hibernate.

Or at least I think so. I don’t know much about trees.

One thing I do know is that I love their acorns.

I would be late to the gym every day because I’d roam around in the grass staring straight down looking for my little treasures.

Sometimes I’d find acorns still attached to a branch or a stick.

Sometimes a few of them were bunched up.

Those were the coolest.

More commonly I’d find their little hats.

All I ever wanted to do was give it back to them.

I’m sure their little acorn heads were cold.

They don’t want to freeze!

Or at least I wouldn’t want to.

Usually there were a lot more acorn hats than acorns,

so I usually just stuck them to my finger tips.

I’m sure that would’ve been their second favorite place.

I don’t know if my acorns remember me.

I don’t know if I remember them all that well either.

I don’t think either of us could pick the other out in a crowd.

But I hope they’re turning into big trees now.

I wonder what they hoped for me.