"A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth of life"
- R.K. Narayan

Every being necessarily and invariably behaves according to its inherent nature
- The Natural Law

It was ordained to be amongst the best of nature's creations. A healthy acorn from the most royal of oaks, it fell from the tree that stood highest on the most sacred part of the temple backyard. Helped by the wind and the ground contours, it rolled over to the soft part of the mud and, soon, buried itself, all set to shine forth as a beaming oak someday soon. The rains, too, fell with a chatter that applauded for its germination.
But as fate would have it, the acorn was buried right above a burrow of rats. Sensing the nutty flavor, the rats soon built a small mole-hill usurping the acorn completely into their territory. Its shell was hard yet so they, too, with their squeaking, applauded for its germination.
In due course of time, just like the other saplings strewn around, our acorn entered into labor. Its endosperms gradually opened wide to let the cotyledon emerge through a slit in its coat. A sweet nutty aroma filled the molehill, but unlike its siblings this sapling wouldn't see the light of the day, not yet. It sprouted in the molehill, enveloped by a gloomy haze,  struggling helplessly against the saliva hardened walls. The rats waited patiently for more leaflets to emerge.
The poor 'oak-ling' knew nothing of its antecedents. It didn't know of its gigantic mother that never failed to scrape at the passing clouds, it had no inkling of the dainty squirrels that would mate and breed on its woody arms or the stately woodpecker that would poke a tickle at its scaly pits, it knew not of the delicate fabric of the snow or the hooting opera of the wind. All it knew was only what it saw around, the filthy pit of rodent-hood. It assumed this was its family, that it was a part and parcel of them. The burrow was its home and the rats its brethren.

Unbeknownst to any, this was a special acorn. A plague had afflicted the oaks that year, and this acorn was immune to it. It was a natural miracle, and its survival was so crucial for the oak species, yet here it lay, belonging to a family of rats.
Blind faith, coupled with innocence, can be a gullibly potent combination, that stands antithesis to intuition. This is when "innocence" becomes "in-no-sense". Natural Law thrives on these occasions.

The rats were quick to nimble up the first stock of leaves. The acorn thought the pain of ratbites was natural. It had witnessed the rats biting each other too. And just like them, it came to accept the life amongst their faeces and slept in their spit. Sometimes, it would sense a strange desire to break the wall and grow beyond, and it was happy the rats protected it by eating away the new growth and never letting it in the dangerous open air. It didn't know why it felt a longing for the sun and rain, the same things which terrified its family. Somedays, the rats would have a quarrel and they would gnaw too deep into the acorn, pushing it to the brink of death, and the acorn never understood why it never felt anger like the rats, why it always felt a feeling of forgiveness towards its aggressors. The family of rats settled with this and never ventured out in search of more food. The acorn's patient innocence and the rats' instinctual frivolity setup a cycle that went on for days with no seeming end...
Somewhere up in the heavens, a God wondered when his plans would materialize. He had destined the acorn to be an imperial oak towering above the horizons of the world. Fate and Nature had conspired against him. He found it funnily tragic that the highest of flora was condemned to be subjugated and lay subservient to the lowliest of fauna. He sighed, but waited on...

PS: Though innocence makes one vulnerable, removing it too early in one's life can lead to disastrous consequences. One should wait for a strong intuitive conviction to develop before discarding the sheath of blissful innocence.