We found her today!
Thank you for coming. Do stay. Share our abundance. Teach. Wouldn't it be a delight to taste you? Play. Invite whomever you know. Pixies and pirates. Silk and snow. Bangles and banjos. Thistle and thunder. Oh, how you grow under Winter's glow. Drench and dance. At night, we know, you prance. Nestled upon quilted sheets of moss, hidden underneath the last season's strawberry tree, catching its last wrinkled leaf. Stepping so softly against ivy to free; Earth's creature, hold on ever so tightly! Through fire and rain, you've come to be. In darkness you thrive and when Summer ignites and fumes, we will no longer kneel down to you. Heat struck and stoned, you will wither away. Empty of dew. Fading underneath Dawn's whispering glow. Quietly crumbling, beyond dusk and snow.
So lovely. I'll never look at a toadstool the same again. Please keep writing. You are an important teacher.
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