A sprouting acorn

A sprouting acorn
A sprouting acorn,
His tomorrow is a past
Of many who passed.

Hope
Inexperienced,
Contemplating his future
Oh, so full of hope.

Abyss
He knows not of void,
The endless after the end
In which we belong.

Grow
Little, young acorn,
Cherish that you do not know
Grow, oh acorn, grow.