The Secret Choir of Mushrooms

Beneath the ferns, raindrops hide,
Mushrooms lift their heads with pride.
Soft domes, cream of rust, of gold,
In capped clusters, rave the bold.
Bloom in shade, from fallen things,
From rot, raising their fairy rings.
Each cap, lanterns, dimly lit,
Forest dreams and shadows sit.
Thrumming songs the roots all know,
Rhythms deep, gently glow.
Trumpet snouts, in sunlight play—
Life begins from death’s decay.
Tender architects of rot,
Teach us joy in what is not.
Turn decay to bright delight,
Dance in dew’s forgiving light.
Here’s to fungi, small and true,
Who build worlds anew, anew—
Happy hymns in soil and rain,
Endings bloom to life again.

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