The Dance of the Acorn

The acorn falls from the big proud tree,
He says. "Look mama the wind don't faze me."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His downward fall as he says to all,
"Goodbye I'll miss you all."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mama then replies. "Good luck my son, have a joyous ride,"
Though not far away he lands and hides.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He falls in the tickle grass and rolls along gaily.
The touch of it rubs him so sweetly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He stops to rest near the tulips and ferns,
Far away for a lesson he must learn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mama tree watches him daily grow
still loving him ever so

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Till one day he stretches his branches out,
Now far bigger than a once small sprout.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I thought I was so alone, so long ago,
But here I nest right next to you, as you grow old."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As they talk while the wind blows gently
the acorns from the branches fall freely.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They watch them fall with love and pride,
Together, always wondering the destination of their ride.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I took this series of photographs, Cupcake Girl began this joyful dance. I asked her what she was doing and she said the Acorn Dance (she had an acorn in her hand the entire time I photographed her).

After a few searches on the internet, I found this poem written by Linda Terrell (September 15, 2009). It is so fitting! Not only for Cupcake’s dance, but for life, parenthood, friendship, love, etc.

What a beautiful day with a beautiful little love!

Of course, we also have a parting shot.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This girl loves her some acorns…..you should have seen my pockets!