Songs for the Euphonium

A grief-stricken acorn fell from high atop the Oak tree.  Pulled by an ever-present gravitational force, it struck several branches before thunking to earth.  

Separation anxiety immediately set in.  Add to that, an entirely new environment consumed its thoughts:  what was life going to be like down here.  The view is terrible, I can tell you that much, he thought.

Previously unaware he was ticklish, tiny ant feet began to make him giggle.  What were these things crawling on me?  hee-hee. Stop-it! 

Suddenly a rather large Blue jay landed next to him.  His claws looked sharp and he was turning his head to better see the fresh, plump acorn.

In a blur the acorn had been plucked up in the Jay’s beak and was now being carried back up, away from the dirt and the tickling-ants.

Yes, thought the acorn, as he was carried across over yards and fences to the shade of a sweet-smelling Pine.  Yes, this is the height for me.

But then the unthinkable happened.  The same accommodating beak that had rescued him from his earthly fate, and had so gently carried him back up to the view he so much enjoyed... 

Unbelievably, the acorn found himself floating and watching the Blue Jay from above.  The bird was picking and digging at the acorn, but the acorn felt nothing.  He somehow knew he was no longer in that shell.  

His view was clear, unobstructed and he could feel the warm breeze gently carry him up and over even the tallest Oak.