Few people will have heard about the mushroom gods

That visit the ancient woods once a year,

beneath their own luminous green canopy.

Born as one, separate now, yet always together

They stand within the sacred circle to bless the land

They gather information from the trees

Of those that have passed beneath the green canopy

Showing where families have stepped

With smiling faces and laughing children

listening their strange stories

stepping into the faded footsteps

they speak the blessing for those that passed.

one such visitor, dressed in rags,

spends time hugging the trees,

whispering his message of love and thanks

his blessings shall be tenfold.

they are pleased with the guardians of the woods,

the stories they have told.

they return now to their home beneath the earth.

a wonder we would love to see.

I will tell you of this later…

© Anita Dawes 2021