Some of us are born
with silver spoonfuls
in their mouth..
of just the finest
cookie batter.
Other ones of us
are served
black caviar
and lobsters
on a golden
platter.

But is it not
the blandest
acorns of
knowledge
and freedom
and love..
that are
the sweetest
delicacies
falling on
our heads
from up above?

From the luscious
crown of branches
on a proud
and mighty
Oak.