Little by Little

 Little by Little

"Little by little," an acorn said, 

As it slowly sank in its mossy bed; 

"I am improving every day, Hidden deep in the earth away.

" Little by little each day it grew, 

Little by little it sipped the dew.

Downward it sent out a thread-like root 

Up in the air sprang a tiny shoot; 

Day by day, and year by year,

 Little by little the leaves appear, 

And the slender branches spread far and wide

 Till the mighty oak is the forest's pride.