Acorns into Mighty Oaks
When I leave this world I hope
I leave a better place
Where deeds I’ve done
And paths I’ve trod
Have helped the human race;
Where seeds I’ve sown will blossom still
And trees I’ve planted grow
From acorns into mighty oaks I hope I’ve made it so.
For to leave the world without a trace
No footprints in the sand
No memory in a loved one’s heart,
No mark upon the land,
No legacy to show you cared,
No promises to keep,
Must surely make it hard to face
An eternity of sleep.
– Author Unknown
Maverick Mist 