Mystical Mycorrhizae
Beneath the breadth of heavens wide and blue,
In central Virginia's clime where dogwoods bloom,
There lies a cache of form most odd but true,
A fungal treasure, not a flower's plume.
'Midst rolling hills and whispers of the past,
Where soils are clothed in verdant forest floor,
Mystical Mycorrhizae stands steadfast,
A geocache, legend, folklore, and more.
Coordinates guard this secret well,
In latitude and longitude enshrined,
Where oak and pine in stately grandeur dwell,
The mushroom-shaped enigma there you'll find.
In soil rich and loamy, dark and deep,
Where earthworms weave and burrowing critters creep,
The topography's tale is one of gentle slopes,
Of farming tales, and nature's boundless hopes.
The climate's kiss, a temperate embrace,
With humid air and seasons' changing face.
Summers bear the heat as if in jest,
While winters cloak the land in frosty vest.
Here Mystical Mycorrhizae hides away,
A geocache by name, with no decay.
Its spores of adventure it does release,
To those who seek its form, a sculpted piece.
So take thee compass, map, and heart so brave,
Through bramble, brook, and meadow's gentle wave.
Find the fungal form that nature's hand did save,
Mystical Mycorrhizae, the geocacher's rave.
Remember well the journey's joy, the quest,
Not just the find, but how you felt your best.
In central Virginia's arms, the treasure rests,
A mushroom-shaped geocache, nature's jest.