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