Pine dreary

 Lost inside the hillock pineforest
Dim morning light singing sleep
the floor a thick carpet of needles
strange mushroom forms have slowly erupted

Colors and forms in the fungus never seen
Intertwining like strange veterbrae
The day dimmed still more
The dank moist air accumulating

Darkness enshrouded this underworld
manifesting as lullbies to induce deep sleep
Comfortably over the soft needles
sinking in