Mushrooms

Mushrooms

That’s what we all are

Much populated when we were born

And as infants

We are tight and fighting

For survival under one gigantic root

Mushrooms

I say that’s what we are again

It now depends on how

We all decided to lead our lives

Tiny, Tiny were we created

By our Master designer

He took His time

To carve us pretty and beautiful

In a stem form

With fleshy fruity bodies

And with some gorgeous cap and stem

Pale grey or brown

Rounder while immature, but flattens

When our attentions

Gets caught with something else

Thinking we can handle our lives without Him

He also leaves us

Until we realise our grand designer is not on our back anymore

Then we discover that we are attached to the bark of a tree

He is directing us to be a star

Then we jumped ahead of Him

Sure He is going to leave us

To find our path, our route through the dark forest

By: ADEBAYO, Busayo