Poem by Robert Macfarlane (photo by me)
Jay, Jay, plant me an acorn.
'I will plant you a thousand acorns'.
Acorn, acorn, grow me an oak.
'I will grow you an oak that will live
for a thousand years'.
Year, year, fledge me a Jay.
'I will fledge you a Jay that will plant
you a thousand acorns that will each
grow a thousand oaks that will each
live a thousand years that will each
fledge a bright-backed, blue-winged,
forest-making Jay'.