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ArtistHighly Textured Salt-infused Watercolor oil pastel, young man in 16th century clothing, with a small tiny miniature ornately carved gold gilded ivory flute, early misty morning, sunbeams, mist, cosmic dust, meadow, miniature wildflowers, ferns, moss covered old growth forest, hollow tree, music in the air, 1600s, Arthur Rackham, Maxfield Parrish
Poem by Valley Flower
MY brother has a little flute
Of gold and ivory,
He found it on a summer night
Within a hollow tree.
He plays it every morning
And every afternoon,
And all the little singing-birds
Listen to the tune.
He plays it in the meadows,
And everywhere he walks
The flowers start a-nodding
And dancing on their stalks.
He plays it in the village,
And all along the street
The people stop to listen,
The music is so sweet.
And none but he can play it
And none can understand,
Because it is a fairy flute
and comes from Fairyland.
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FAERIES AND MUSHROOMS
MUSHROOMS AND FAERIES
WHAT’S THE CONNECTION?
WELL, WHEN THE POEM MENTIONS
…has a little flute…
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THIS REMINDS ME…
THAT…
To play a flute
requires skill,
especially
depth and control
of breath.
fungi also respire/breathe
in a way, as they inhale oxygen
and exhale carbon.
We have more in common ancestry with fungi than any other kingdom.
