Atmospheric thunder mushroom growing on a beautiful tree bark. This beautiful picture has a lovely autumnal atmosphere.
Under bark, in silence, grows
The thunder mushroom that suspects nothing.
Grey and rough, with a hard skin,
Feeds on the wood it exchanges.
Slow but steady, through life,
He makes of strength the weak through.
The trees bear his weight,
A silent struggle, a long poem.
His hat, so dark, and so old,
Connects time, life, cold.
In the shadow of life great,
He eats of what once bloomed, great.
Yet his task is of great importance,
For he takes care of the cycle, all by himself.
Thunder mushroom, a fungus with power,
Which ends where the new awakens.
Germany
Germany
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Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany
Germany
Germany
Netherlands
Netherlands
Germany