The Life of the Party

Without no noticeable sound they emerge from the ground. All around us, in bright gaudy colors or subdued hues they appear. We know not where or when, but then we see them. Some we welcome at our dinners, others would be lethal at a meal. Each lives an unassuming existence, but yet we like them around. And who wouldn’t…if we respect them, they are a pleasure to have near. After all, they are the life of the party. They are the fungi.