By Abi Roberts Where would the great fungi civilization be,
If with eyes, they saw as we?
Comparing each and every stalk,
As if the differences were surely flaws.
Would they know why each species is so great,
Unique so that it can thrive,
In caves down deep and mountains high? How far could the fungus come, If only it did have a tongue, Would they speak highly of their skill, Contributing to the forests’ health. How dare one think they are meant, Only to be poached - With del