Through the tangled undergrowth and damp earth,
With basket in hand, one hunts for the elusive prize,
The wild mushroom, shrouded in mystery and danger.
Each step a calculated risk, for the poisonous ones lurk,
Hiding amongst the harmless, tempting and deadly,
Their beguiling beauty a siren’s call to the unwary.
Yet the rewards are sweet, a savoury delight,
The truffle’s earthy aroma, the morel’s honeyed flavour,
A treasure trove of nature’s bounty, waiting to be found.
Suspense fills the air, as I scan the forest floor,
Watching for signs of life, a glimpse of cap or stem,
The thrill of the hunt, a primal urge within.
For in this game of hide and seek, the mushrooms hold the power,
To intoxicate and heal, to bring pleasure and pain,
A mystery waiting to be unlocked, a secret world to explore.
So journey on, deeper into the woods,
With senses alive to the thrill of the hunt,
For in this quest for wild mushrooms, lies a wild and dangerous beauty.
The New Renaissance Mindset 