Mushroom Kingdom Dawn
Reflection
In the heart of a dream, where reality fades,
A realm of fungi rises, a kingdom of grace.
Majestic caps, vibrant and bold,
Stand as sentinels in a world untold.
The air is alive with whispers of change,
Colors dance like a symphony of flame.
Purple and pink, a tapestry spun,
Guiding the lost, where the journey has begun.
Each mushroom a beacon, a talisman of hope,
A symbol of growth, where the soul can cope.
In this mystical land, where time stands still,
We find ourselves, in the heart of the hill.
The dawn breaks, a new day unfolds,
A journey of transformation, where spirits are bold.
For in this kingdom, where magic prevails,
We discover the strength that our hearts unveils.