In the hush beneath the towering trees,
Mushrooms sprout like secrets untold,
Guardians of the forest’s ancient dreams,
In their shadows, mysteries unfold.

Silent dancers on the forest floor,
Their caps a palette of earthen hues,
Whispers of the earth, silent and sure,
In their presence, the forest renews.

Nature’s hidden gems in morning’s light,
With stems that stretch through dampened soil,
They rise in beauty, a humble delight,
Life’s quiet balance, free from toil.

Beneath the canopy’s gentle embrace,
Mushrooms stand in stoic grace,
Silent keepers of time and space,
In their realm, we find our place.