In the forest's hush, I secretly bloom,
A mushroom I am, in twilight's plume.
Beneath the ferns where fairies play,
I sprout in shadows, both night and day.
My cap is a hat for the pixie kind,
A carousel for the breeze to wind.
I dance in the whispers of the trees,
A tiny marvel, swayed by the breeze.
In the damp and cool, where secrets keep,
I dream in the folds of the forest deep.
My roots are threads in a hidden weave,
Spinning tales only the night can believe.
I am the custodian of rot and renewal,
Turning fallen leaves into a mystic jewel.
From death to life, I conjure delight,
In the quiet soil, away from sight.
Under the moon's enchanted glow,
I sparkle softly, a midnight show.
A lantern for the creatures small,
Guiding them through nature’s hall.
So here I stand with a gnome's proud cheer,
A whimsical warden of the woodlands dear.
In the forest's heart, I joyfully reside,
A merry mushroom on the magical side.
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