An Acorn

Up on the mountain top of
The mighty Himalayas
There stands a Pine tree
It is so strong
It is so sturdy
Yet so serene.

It neither seems forlorn
Nor solitary,
It neither seems fatigued
Nor desolate.

Years ago
When it was
Very tiny
Falling from a mighty tree
It found its way and went down under
Into the darkness of its own
.
Living in solitude for time immemorial
It finally won over its darkest fears,
And resolved to see the light again.

It pushed hard above
And harder below to
Break through the hard soil all around.

It was not easy
It had to learn many lessons
More so to fight alone.

Sending roots to dig deeper,
It struck out one day to hold on its own.

Seeing the sunlight was quite startling
Facing the heat must have been daunting.
The storms were aplenty
The rain and winds were not far behind.
It was then it looked in amazement at the mighty tree
To which it belonged.

The wish became stronger and it gained strength.
The dream of survival became a mission for the future.
"I have to face storms
I will not give in to defeat
Only then I too will have a great story to tell."

It braved many ice storms,
Avalanches,
And above all the axes of many men.
To withstand and nurture new life
To absorb the poison and create an elixir for all.
The winds carried Legends,
Spread many stories for incalculable decades.

Never forgetting its fight for a moment
Waited with bated breath for another one to fall
And carry with them.

The mountains, the streams, the suns the clouds
All sang the song and celebrated the life of
An Acorn

A poem by Uma Arora