Mother Mushroom Nature

..standing under a WiSe Tree, its so free, just living, breathing easily, how nice that must be. Only burden is which, its left to perceive yet with no mouth to speak. If one could only tell tales, piece of living matter which isn't rooted to fail. Beautiful oak stand over me, protect me from this world which leads the human race to our own demise.. when will you find the time to hear the cries and rise?