The runaway mushroom has broke free
Dashing off to try and see
What’s new out there, what can be found
Now its uprooted from the ground
The endless dreams the potential for fun
The laughter found in everyone
The skill of making up its own mind
Leaving small minded folk behind
The chance to feel a true self worth
And find some purpose here in earth
While all other mushrooms stay in the dark
And are fed manure without remark
i like this a lot...really it's better to be uprooted for not being nonchalant than to live in dark. good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'm surprised to find that i could actually enjoy a poem written about a mushroom. thanks for making the unexpected interesting :) ....