A simple toadstool

It’s existence
It’s absoluteness
Grounded
We can say
A toadstool
Standing on its own
In the cool light
Of the day
Part of the great forest
And the great family
Of life
Referable and connected
And feeling its own strife
It flew out of the litter
It’s lineage
Long ago
An image like so many
That constantly now grow
But here
Right here
Just one soul
Emerges and believes
He has the right to stand
Here
Adorned by Autumn’s leaves