To the mushrooms sleeping in the earth

To the mushrooms sleeping in the earth
sleep dear ones while the winter turns the world
snow white and dark as night
Sleep little children of Mother Earth
and dream of Mother Gaia's beauty
rebirthed, reborn, restored, come spring
when life returns in all its glory
and abundance.

Who would have thought...
Who would have thought that you, little ones
had the power, have the power, the power
to heal, to transform the face of Mother Gaia
to bring back the magic of the forest
to remove all trace of our passing folly
and heal the wounds of our hubris, and our hatefulness.

Cuckoo la la, beautiful mushroom friends...
Work your magic once again, as you have oft before,
teach us half-witted half humans how to be
what we truly are...
magical sons and daughters of Gaia
in tune once more, in balance with all that is
alive
in tune once more, in balance
with life itself... the boundless force within, and around
each and everyone... each and every one

Sing to us mushroom friends, sing to us
...your seeming silent song
that we may hear our way home
back home to all that is good
...to our natural state of wholesomeness.