Finding a home in a tree

I scuttled into my hole,
My tree hole,
I hid my acorns,
But soon my home was no more,
I ran and hid,
Nights fell and days rose,
Each tree seeming not fit for me,
Except for my original one,
I searched and searched, until winter came,
Each tree in my forest gone,
Only one tree seemed to be fit for me,
But then,
The first day of winter rose,
I found a perfectly perched tree upon a small hill,
A hole in the middle of the tree just perfect for me,
Perfect place to store my acorns,
To keep safe during the winter,
My new home more perfect than the last.