O great Mycelium, beneath earth's veil, In shadowed woods where echoes pale, Your primal dance of gills and cap Weaves life's secrets in nature's lap. Through hyphae's threads, the silent choir, Of wilderness, you never tire. The forest bows, its green arms bend, To you, the ancient, timeless friend. Stem to sky, a wreath of spore, You craft the path where few explore. Teach us whispers of the ground, In your vast kingdom, we are crowned. In mushroom’s lore, superior might, Where death turns life, and day meets night. A prayer to you, wise Mycelium’s grace, In your deep wonder, life finds its place.