Her stem is dark and plump, and her hair is dusty and plain.
She sits in her cluster of shrooms, hidden and comfortable on the damp forest floor.
Some days, when the sun is dim, she lifts her speckled head, and gazes upon the clouds that roam and tumble about in the sky.
Are the clouds not round and fluffy, and still admired?
Do they not also enjoy the cold, as she must?
Why are the clouds more appreciated than she?
Perhaps it is because people would rather look up than down.
Perhaps it is because she is so small, and they are all so very, very tall.
But then again,
a single cloud doesn't last half as long
as she.
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