Fungal Oasis

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A secret world awakens, vibrant, gray. Mushrooms rise, like sentinels of old, Guarding the mystic, emerald fold. Their caps, a canvas, painted red and bright, Unfurl like roses, in the silent night. The forest whispers, a gentle, mystic breeze, As petals dance, in shimmering ease. In this enchanted realm, where myth and magic blend, The boundaries blur, and the soul can mend. A reflection stirs, in the water's glassy face, A mirrored world, where wonder finds its place. In fungal majesty, the landscape reigns, A surreal dreamscape, where fantasy sustains. The light, a soft caress, on the forest floor, Illuminates the path, to secrets galore.