Red always was my favorite colour in pretty things
With a green heart and moist purple lips this fungal friend seeks attention
Lonely and forlorn it stands in the rain dreaming of its short life
Using the trees fungal scales I climb my way to my final destination
A rubber substance grew out of my side and flapped violently in the sun light
One day with fungal ears the trees started listening to me
mushrooms in layers of soft cushions
Mushrooms like lanterns out of the mudbank
Around Katikati New Zealand
Suspected Romaria botrytis
