Fungal Oasis
Reflection
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.