The mushroom was but a small thing
In my world that was so large
When I looked closer
I knew a Greater Power was in charge.
No matter how small the item
No matter how tiny a thing
We can see the Creator
And hear Creation sing
In my mind I traveled
Under the mushroom dome
I sat to enjoy the view
And knew that I was home
For Poetry Jam
a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
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