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.
under the oak tree musing on the strange twists in nature which
put tiny acorns on huge
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!"