Mycelium

In the heart of the forest, there is a queen
Not many have seen her, but I know she's real
I can hear her laughing in the quiet rain
She is there when the evening comes, a subtle embrace

Singing the song of trees
Slow growing melodies
Steady pulse of life
Rhythms that predate time
Seeing beyond these eyes
Steady pulse of life

In the heart of the forest, there is a dream
Vision of future held in a seed
I can hear the colors of a symphony
I am one little drop at sea, no identity

Singing the song of trees
Slow growing melodies
Steady pulse of life
Rhythms that predate time
Seeing beyond these eyes
Steady pulse of life

I will return
To mycelium
I will return
To mycelium