Well, OK, why the hell not? (GULP)

Toadstool Perspective

They grow in rings

Because they’re round

The mushroom cap the flower of

A mass of worm-like tendrils

Unseen beneath

The warm and watered earth,

And each release

Of spores will increase

Each new circle of new mold

Growing fresh around the old

And thus

The toadstool ring will grow.

Or if you prefer…

The toadstool stands alone

Until the small and dainty feet

Of tiny winged deathless Folk

Dance sparkling around its rim;

And as another joins the fun,

They dance up timeless dreams

To catch the souls of men,

And toadstools grow,

Where tiny feet touch earth,

Then another joins the others,

And then another,

And so the ring of mushrooms grows,

Each circle dance a new beginning

Each miniature pair of feet increasing

The circumference of the toadstool ring,

Forever widening.

And who’s to say which one is right?

The first is made of reason’s might,

Called science, superstition’s blight

The second creeps in from the dark

That haunts the edge of our souls’ light

 I won’t say which one I choose

That is something I won’t do,

I would prefer to leave that choice,

Its point of view,

And consequence,

To you.