The Natural Carpet

The slimy leaves squelch under my feet as I

Trek through the damp, shadowy environment

A flash of colour catches my eye

Forcing me to look down

To see the forest floor covered

With a carpet of mushrooms

Over here, red with white,

And here yellow

And other clinging to the side of trees

Like a staircase to the sky

I could stand here for hours,

Captured by these tiny pops of colour

In the bland green and brown landscape.