Leather Belt - Bombadil

Like a leather belt I am unlatched on the floor

The untethered ball detached from the core

Please don’t pick me up perhaps it’s my preferred form

Please don’t put me back I’m a dropped acorn

If you mean well, leave me here

Don’t leave me here

It’s what I fear

As a desert oak I wear a trench coat of thorns

If you lean on me your skin might get torn

Just a heavy wind I am a hurricane being

A steady wave cursing all I’m seeing