I Was Once a Mushroom

Once upon a time, I was mushroom
I think I was elegant as mushrooms go
I had a grand head and a justly strong toe

I stood tall amongst my mushroom friends
noble and as bold as I could be

I gave free shelter to the little things
and comfort to the seedling tree

I am told that I had beautiful variegations
 and did my best to grow
encouraging all the other mushrooms 
that ever I did know

It was hard sometimes being a mushroom
in a forest of beautiful pine 
even the rocks seemed superior 
when we like children, stood in line

Let's face it being a mushroom 
isn't as big or filled with granite as a Rock
but that's why I always tried to keep it kind 
and never be the one to mock

I try to be gentle and cover lichen, moss, and mites
especially on all of those rainy wild and windy nights

So if you come upon me holding fast to the darkest soil
I would greatly appreciate your stopping
 to admire me for a while

But then if you could step over me

instead of squishing me into the ground
I will hold you in the highest stead 
and speak of you with renowned

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