In shadows deep where secrets lie,
Beneath the towering trees so high,
Mushrooms bloom in silent night,
Their delicate caps a moonlit sight.

With colors bright and shapes so queer,
They whisper tales for those who hear,
Ancient stories from the earth,
Of mystery, magic, and rebirth.

They thrive in places dark and damp,
A hidden world beneath the ramp,
Of fallen leaves and mossy green,
A fairyland that’s seldom seen.

So tread with care and open eyes,
For in the forest, under skies,
The mushrooms guard their mystic lore,
A silent realm forevermore.