Mystical Fungi Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the shadows, where sunlight fades,
Beneath the canopy, in twilight glades,
Fungi weave their hidden lore,
Whispers of the forest floor.

Mushrooms sprout in clustered clumps,
Fairy rings and delicate bumps,
Caps of color, stems so slight,
A symphony in muted light.

Mycelium threads through soil so deep,
A network vast, in silent keep,
Connecting roots, a secret dance,
Of life and death in balanced chance.

On fallen logs, they find their stage,
Breaking down the wood of age,
Shelf fungi, with their layered grace,
Decomposers in a timeless race.

In damp and dark, spores take flight,
Invisible travelers, day and night,
Seeking places to call their own,
A kingdom where the strange is known.

From truffles hidden underground,
To molds where bread is sometimes found,
Yeasts that make the dough arise,
Fungi's forms are nature's prize.

Some bring healing, some cause woe,
Penicillin's life-saving glow,
While others, toxic, bring a blight,
In nature's balance, wrong and right.

Fairy-tale fungi, glowing bright,
Bioluminescent in the night,
Guiding footsteps with their gleam,
Like something from a distant dream.

A world unseen, yet ever near,
Fungi thrive, year after year,
Silent stewards of decay,
Turning death to life each day.

In the forest, in the field,
In every corner, secrets yield,
Fungi whisper, unseen, unheard,
Nature's quiet, wondrous word.