Acorns

The acorns are falling!
They’re here all around!
There, in the trees!
Over there, on the ground!

The pitter
The patter
The crash!
And the sound
The acorns are bringing
The Forest around!

The humble buzz of a mole cricket
Mushrooms in thickets
Ripe for the picking,
No need for tickets!

It’s Autumn,
It’s browning
And organging,
Yellow
But the forest’s alive!
What about this is “mellow”?!

The acorns are falling
They’re here all around
And one day their oak trees
Will make their own sound