Beneath your feet so soft and small
A world unseen like a gentle call
A tiny rainforest under deep tread
Floating continents where we all are so led
No bright flowers bloom nor sweet fruits to yield
In shadows deep a magic shield
Roots unneeded they hold their stance
In silent dance they take their chance
Moss is comfort mindful in its spread
In hidden places where others dread
Overlooked but deeply true
Mosses gift of green in morning dew
Primitive yet pure they thrive
Life's smallest form keeps us alive
In quiet corners they remain
Teaching us to bloom brightly again
No veins no roots yet there they be
Masters of their scenery
With ancient rhythms old and wise
Moss breathes life through misty skies
Whispering their tale so old
Of gentle strength so soft yet bold
In the cracks where dreams do grow
Moss reminds us what we know