In the shadowed woods where secrets lie,
Mushrooms bloom beneath the sky.
Silent guardians of the ancient trees,
Whispering tales on the gentle breeze.

Colors burst from the forest floor,
A tapestry woven of lore.
Cap and stem in elegant dance,
A mystical world at a second glance.

Through the mist, they rise and fall,
Answering nature’s quiet call.
In circles they gather, a hidden throng,
Singing softly their timeless song.

Among the leaves, they weave their dreams,
In the heart of the woodland streams.
A symphony of life in every hue,
The mushrooms’ world, forever true.