beneath the secluded grove

‎Little lonely mushroom ‎Hidden in the shade ‎Living in seclusion ‎Where quiet dreams fade ‎ ‎Beneath the fallen leaves ‎Where no footsteps stay ‎You grow in silent darkness ‎Far from the light of day ‎ ‎No voices in the forest ‎No warmth, no gentle bloom ‎Just echoes of the wind ‎In your quiet little room ‎ ‎Small and almost forgotten ‎In the damp forest gloom ‎A lonely life unfolding ‎For the unseen child of grove ‎