A mushroom grows beside a tree
I’ll pick it, peel it, and make it tea
You may sit and drink with me
Here beside the tree
And we can stay through fading day
As the color dims away
Into the twilight’s silver gray
Here beside the tree
We’ll talk of things that never were
Of rhymes or times you dreamt of her
The sands of time and motion blur
Here beside the tree
And while we talk there is no fear
No pain, disdain, or sorrow here
There’s confidence and conscience clear
Here beside the tree
So sit my friend and have some tea
Made from this mushroom growing free
And revel in simplicity
Here beside the tree
