I was so taken by how much my favorite little mushroom patch looked like a city skyline.
Buildings, lights, hustle and bustle below.
A world unto its own.
The day had hidden the sun
Offering only a glimmer behind opaque clouds
A note to a lover
He wrote quickly of hopes and dreams
The page before him refused to absorb his ink offering
His promises rolling from the page like tears
Instead his words remained bonded to the quill
For they too would never take flight