Or grows anything at all.
Well, actually only some acorns grow oaks.
Others stay acorns.
Does the acorn decide?
My great grandfathers, grandfathers father decided to have a boy, and so did every boy since.
Since the cosmic mess coalesced.
Since the sea became the scene.
Since that first step and every one since.
My forefathers successfully seeded the soil that would one day grow me.
All that time,
Oak, after oak, after oak.
This family tree bares the weight of all that history.
The pressure,
The myriad rings.
Ever decreasing concentric circles. Closing in to one single point. A full stop.