In the shadow of ancient trees,
Where the whispers of the wind play,
Mushrooms rise in quiet symphony,
Dancing in the moon’s gentle sway.

Beneath the canopy’s green embrace,
Their colors paint the forest floor,
A hidden world of magic and grace,
Secrets that nature holds in store.

Soft caps in varied hues unfurl,
Like tiny umbrellas in the rain,
Guardians of the woodland swirl,
Connecting earth with life’s chain.

In the quiet of the night’s deep breath,
They whisper tales of the earth’s lore,
Of life, renewal, and gentle death,
In the forest’s heart forevermore.