MasterM and the Oak Tree

MasterM inspects his oak tree.
The buds are spilling open, fresh spring leaves.
I have successfully nurtured it for another year.

MasterM regards it with affection
"It is too big for the pot, you know" he says.
I know.
"You could plant it in the garden" he says.
Maybe, maybe.
"Don't worry, I'll water it while you are away" I say.
"Thanks" he says.

MasterM turns away, there are other things to think of.

I consider the oak tree
and remember the acorn
that came home in the pocket of his shorts.