A/N: This was originally going to be a one-shot idea but that kind of didn't work TT so I made it into a poem instead.

Even though I'm not good at writing poetry I hope you like it anyway…

Basically, it's about Katara's thoughts on the 'scar' in the forest in episode seven, and her finding the acorn.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The last airbender

Acorn

A wound, a mark, a scar,

My brother tells us,

That is what it looks like,

Taking the place of what once was.

A wound, a mark, a scar on the land

Which was once green and full of life.

Like I am full of anger now,

How could they do this?

Marking the land like it is theirs to own,

Charging through,

No regard for what is living.

I feel small, so small,

There was nothing

I could do,

I look at my friend,

And know,

That he feels the same,

And worse because of who he is,

Is there really nothing I can do?

My fingertips,

They brush,

Against something hard and smooth,

An acorn?

Suddenly I do not feel so small.