“Planted in new ground hoping for the water and the warmth and the worms to do their work”
A launching point…
A mini death to the woody perennial plant
leaves, unfit branches and acorns dropped
No- an unraveling inside the
protective shell that keeps it safe
until the light pulls it forth
erupting from the semi-decaying swathe.
Worms nearby churning through
matter producing fertile ground for
a miniature replica of the stoic oak tree.