The rains came and saturated the soil around the acorn. Frost chilled the ground in winter and the soil was sometimes frozen as the acorn lay cradled in the ice of mother earth. Spring came and the gentle rains again washed the buried acorn with fresh moisture. The earth began to warm and an almost magical thing happened. The life that lay dormant in the acorn began to emerge.
Men are sometimes disdainful of nature.
Cut them down. They just cover the ground and take up space that could be used for something more practical. The truth is, man is short lived compared to most trees, but in his egotistical manner he would deny that anything existed that he should not dispose of at his own free will. Listen while the oak tells its tale. That first year was kind of rough.