My Fungus Grew Fungi

It’s a sad, sad day; a day like today

A sad day

The words come to dance but will not play

A hopeless day as eyes stare in disbelief

Full with grief

The wholesome goodness taken by a thief

I tried to save them, if only I could

And should

Heavy my heart with knowledge I stood

Why oh why must it be tossed away?

Nothing more can I say; about today

A sad, sad day.