If you had walked through the woods that winter, you would have said that the acorn was gone. But spring came and called to all the sleeping things underground to waken and come forth. The acorn heard and tried to move, but the brown sh.e.l.l held it fast. Some raindrops trickled through the ground to moisten the sh.e.l.l, and one day the pushing life within set it free. The brown sh.e.l.l was of no more use and was lost in the ground, but the young plant lived. It heard voices of birds calling it upward. It must grow. "A new and glorious life,"
the mother oak had said.
"I must arise," the acorn thought, and up the living plant came, up into the world of sunshine and beauty. It looked around. There was the same green moss in the woods; it could hear the same singing brook.
"Now I know that I shall live and grow," it said.
"Yes," rustled the mother oak, "you are now an oak tree. This is your real life."
And the little oak tree was glad, and stretched higher and higher toward the sun.
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