image by: Malformalady
rings of mushrooms rise
like colourful umbrellas
in the autumn rain
Beneath my feet,
the world looks very neat.
Grasses trimmed and pretty,
typical of what you’d find in a city.
Rows of concrete floors on either side,
just to help me ease my stride.
But just below where your eyes can’t see,
is a world that’s wild and free.
If only there, I could now be
I wonder what my eyes would see?
May be a place full of mountains and ridges,
with many insects making bridges?
Or maybe a place that’s bright and airy,
where you might meet a happy fairy?
In truth, I have no clue,
of what’s down below and what they do.
But of what they do I should not care,
just as long as they are happy there.
I wish they are always having fun,
hidden from the brightness of the sun.
J M Lysun