An old poem describes a woman walking through a meadow, meditating on nature. While
strolling about, she came upon a field of golden pumpkins. In the corner of the field stood
a majestic, huge oak tree.
She sat under the oak tree musing on the strange twists in nature which put tiny acorns on
huge branches and huge pumpkins on tiny vines. She thought to herself, "God blundered with
Creation! He should have put the small acorns on the tiny vines and the large pumpkins on
the huge branches."
Nodding off, the woman stretched out under the oak tree for a nap. A few minutes after falling
asleep she was awakened by a tiny acorn bouncing off her nose. Chuckling to herself, she rubbed her nose
and thought, "Maybe God was right after all!"
