Secrets sent from the mushroom man.

Remember the trails we walked upon with our bare feet? our bare soul?

Our lungs so full, we can barely breathe.

Strip down to your natural shell, where you were born from.

Stones in the middle of our trail, our feet search farther.

Looking for something between a river and a rabbit hole.

Soon enough, the time will come where the mice cheer and

the alligators fly. Near is the tulip that cast a shadow of light.

The grass between our toes, that grows, that grows, that grows.

Comes to the human, only with time, great love for the Earth.

Our Mother, so blind, she knows about you. 

Humanity speaks, as her lips are bone dry.