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