A Golden Sun-Lit Drop of Dew

Green pathway through the forest
Golden sun slips through the leaves
Plays games on the forest floor
That lay darkened by the trees

Wind rustles by the berry bush
Branches respond with a shake
Morning dew is twittered off
A droplet hit a squirrel awake

Clumsy from his recent slumber
He scurries around the floor
Looking for nuts and acorns
The squirrel knows nothing more

It buries an acorn in the ground
That will someday grow up tall
A majestic tree will stand
Where so many others fall

It will grow past the ceiling
Pierce the wall and feel the glow
The golden liquid they call light
Most forest dwellers never know

The tree will one day grow old
Many winters past
It dropped an acorn for a squirrel
Who carried it far to grass

He carried it to a world
With no trees blocking the light
An open field a tree stands tall
The rolling hills look right

Underneath that mighty tree
A squirrel asleep and cool
In the morning it will be woken up
By a fallin drop of sun-lit dew