Lisa Mitchell - The Story of the Raven and the Mushroom Man
The Story of the Raven and the Mushroom Man
Later in the day when the earth turned away
I found a little book, nearly blended in the grey
But for its flower - drawn like a child's on the cover!
It was the story of the Raven and the Mushroom Man
He was the first real friend he ever had
I never want to be like that serious man
Telling himself: Be a serious!
Always counting those numbers!
He's got a red face and a mushroom head
He's spent too long in the rat race
Too long in the dead days
If only a Raven with a sore wing
Could fall at his feet
With eyes full of mercy
The little Mushroom Man might fashion
A little splint out of driftwood
And he might feel a little light shine
He might see his own kindness
And think: "Maybe counting isn't everything!
Maybe there are more ravens
That need me more than numbers?"
The Mushroom Man loved the Raven so
And deep inside his heart
Grew a thing called hope
On Sunday night, the Raven was weak
He didn't wake up
How the Mushroom Man weeped!
It caused his planet to leak!
Well, he buried his friend
And he buried his books
He looked out to space
And his head he shook
As he looked down, a gasp escaped!
A sapling rose grew from the Raven's grave!
From the Raven's grave, hope had sprung!
He knew then, how it had been done
As he tended to the Raven's wing
A seed of hope had grown within!
And now it grows for all to see
And his planet is no longer just he
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