WakeUtopIA
Beneath the oak, in mossy green, Mushrooms thrive, in silence seen. A dance of spores in evening mist, By nature’s hand, so gently kissed. They rise in clusters, pale and fair, A secret life without a care. Through cracks in earth, they push and climb, Marking the passage of unseen time. A fragile force, a quiet might, They bloom at dawn and fade by night. Yet in their cycle, soft and slow, Mushrooms teach what we don't know. #hidden #life #growth #nature #earth
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