The Last Acorn

The last Acorn, I stand forlorn and alone, yet firm and strong God's kindness filled in me, all do adorn The last Acorn, I stand forlorn I protect those who keep me airborne granting them immortality for long The last Acorn, I stand forlorn and alone, yet firm and strong. The fruit of the oaktree, I forsee very far before I fall down to kiss the ground I get picked up and quickly stored in a jar The fruit of the oaktree, I forsee very far Warding off evil spirits, I fight them as a czar Bring luck to those who consider me profound The fruit of the oaktree, I forsee very far before I fall down to kiss the ground. 6.5.2020