Friday, November 04, 2011

Acorn



It captured my heart immediately.

When I was little, one of my piano pieces had the words,

I'm an acorn, small and round,
Lying on the cold, cold ground.
No one wants to pick me up
'Cause I'm such a little nut.

A drawing of a little acorn with a sad face accompanied the music. I think perhaps the acorn even had tears, though I may be wrong. At any rate, it made me sad, and I felt sorry for that little acorn in the two-dimensional world of my piano book!

I hadn't thought of that in years, but when I posted these photos, it came to mind. (And of course now I can't get the tune out of my mind!)

Well, maybe I made this acorn happy by bringing it into the cabin and keeping it with me and admiring its beautiful turning colors. It's home with me now, sitting by my computer monitor, completely brown by now.

Boy, after remembering that song, I don't know if I'll be able to get rid of it! The acorn, I mean.

5 comments:

Mouse said...

Love your song but I would pick up an acorn, I did so in fact at Walden Pond thinking it would grow into a beautiful oak one day

That's the beauty of small nuts, they contain the potential for wondrous things

Sheila said...

Yes, yes. Nuts and seeds are simply amazing. Mind-boggling. And encouraging to small nuts like myself who hope to have the potential for wondrous things. Or at least good things!

DoOrDoNot said...

When I first began piano, I played a song, one verse of which was "up in the sky I am riding so high on a big pink cloud." Ever since then, I sing the song when I see a pink cloud in the sky.

Sheila said...

I remember that song! Learning sharps, as I recall. :-)

Amy Underwood said...

Cute! :)