Oh what beauty lies below; beyond the darkness is life so few even care to know.
My ear to the ground whispers a faint sound; My heart marvels of what a tiny world below.
For what is from above is the foundation of what is accomplished below. The life force that nourished us is not from human hands. But a world of its own nestled below.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
It's about the world of fugi. The circle of life..
LOVEly thoughts and observations... Fungi can be very beautiful. I remember a morning years ago. I was out for a walk in the woods and there was a ground fog and I was sure I heard in the distance the bagpipes. The mushrooms were out and everything was glistening with droplets of condensation. The Spanish moss hung from the deep green foliage of the live oaks and the grass was tall down by the Hillsborough River. I could hear gators grunting to their hatching babies. Everything was so still and the air so thick with water that sounds carried for miles.
Thank you all for your thoughtful comments. It's odd poetry has been with me at very difficult times in my life. All I can say is simply it is an honor to have such passionate writters as friends Wish you all the desires of heart tis season and keep ye ears open for them little peoples...Hehe!
Comments (5)
Keep writing!
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All I can say is simply it is an honor to have such passionate writters as friends
Wish you all the desires of heart tis season and keep ye ears open for them little peoples...Hehe!