Mushroom Boy

They call me the Mushroom Boy,
Living deep into the forest.
I like the rain as it comes down,
Especially when raining hardest.

It makes the mushrooms grow,
Along with much humidity.
There are mushrooms all around,
As far as you can see.

I'm just a tiny boy,
With a flower to keep me dry.
I'll stay up under it,
Until I see blue sky.

There are others living in the forest,
But much bigger than me,
So I keep myself out of sight,
By hiding behind the trees.

It's not that they would harm me,
But I am just so small,
They may not see me on the ground,
Or hear my small voice call.

I'm happy here among the trees,
With flowers blooming everywhere,
Just enjoying nature as it is,
And having not a care.

I sleep among the colored leaves,
With blue skies up above.
What else could one ask for,
Having everything I love.

The birds sing so lovely,
At night they put me right to sleep,
You can hear their singing far away,
From in the forest deep.

I never do get lonesome,
There's too much around to see,
Like rabbits, squirrels and toad frogs,
They're all good friends to me.

I walk among the trees,
And pick berries as I go.
I eat a lot of mushrooms,
As I feel you surely know.

As soon as the sun comes up,
The forest is so bright,
And then my day begins,
Just enjoying life.

The birds sing their lovely songs,
And frogs are hopping all around,
And mushrooms fresh and white,
Popping through the ground.

I must enjoy my life,
And all that nature offers me,
Happiness beyond belief,
And all of this is free.

So only smile at little things,
That seem to ruin your day,
For it won't stay for long,
And it will go away.

Faye Reyenga © 7/09/2010
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