I am a simple mushroom
In a field of exquisite flowers
Content to hide down in their shadows
And while away the hours

It takes a certain amount of fertiliser
To help me to grow strong
I know that if I hang around
I can get that all day long

I observe some flowers growing tall
Reaching up toward the sun
Blossoming into full bloom
Having lots of fun

Others I see struggle
There among the weeds
Maybe this field is not for them
They have different needs

So much false bravado
I see around me day after day
While inside I see the hurt
That just won’t go away

Sometimes the sunshine gets to strong
The flowers around me wilt
I start to burn and shrivel up
These times more walls I’ve built

For the most part I am content
To bask here in this field
Until someone comes along
And turns me into a meal…..