Acorn

I.
Here where grain elevators tower
As time ticks away each hour
We harness agricultural power
When dewdrops like tears shower.

You, too, may open like a flower,
Imagine nothing dark or dower,
Until life becomes sweet not sour.
Be courageous!  Never cower!

II.
Pass through mythical garden gate!
Oaks stand tall!  Oh, so great!
Wondrous workings we contemplate,
Written on a fresh, clean, slate.

We take up an inspiring crusade
Exploring each hidden glade.

Help us escape a Penny Arcade
To amaze at a snowflake’s brocade.