Sir, real is more than what you really see.
Or, real’s what’s really real implicitly.
The acorn doesn’t worry much.
It wants to be a tree.
But if it feels a squirrel’s touch,
Then lucky squirrel. Its wish comes true
To run the way that squirrels do,
But on some other tree.
Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Mish with the prompt to write from nature’s point of view.