In the twilight of the forest deep,
Where shadows and secrets softly creep,
Mushrooms rise in silent grace,
Their hidden world, a sacred space.
Beneath the canopy where whispers flow,
They dance in circles, a mystic glow,
With caps like umbrellas sheltering dreams,
In a realm where magic quietly teems.
Colors burst from the forest floor,
A tapestry woven forevermore,
With each embrace of the morning dew,
Their vibrant hues come into view.
Guardians of the earth, silent and wise,
In their presence, the forest sighs,
A gentle reminder of lifeâs fragile thread,
In the dance of mushrooms, the forest is fed.