I photographed this when I was in my internship. The fungi were curious at me, and so do I. The fungi whispered to me and make a poem like this:
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"Others called me a parasite.
I tend to live just like any other organisms.
I lives from the death, and death for another to live.
Sometimes I was hoping that I could grow taller like a teak tree.
Or could be as beautiful as an orchid.
Or could be beneficial like a palm oil fruit."
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"But I'm grateful being just me. A short and a small fungus. Because Allah has given me so many things in this world.
That I'd have the chance seeing vast blue skies on a bright sunny day.
Would have staring stars sparkling in the skies like a thousand diamonds.
Would have such a happy feelings when I was watching a mother deer giving birth on a newborn little deer in the deep of forest when it was on a rainy day."
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I'm astounded! We do call ourselves human, indeed we do sometimes being ungrateful to Allah over anything right. Soon after that, I crafted a smile and being friends with the fungi.
#kisah #seonggok #jamur
