Mushroom

A simple, unattractive thing that grows uselessly on the bank of a river. Nobody looks at the mushroom and nobody cares to look. It sits day after day, this sad little rooted shape of nothing. Could they see it, sitting there with its sad head dropping to the side? It is grotesque and ugly, but more importantly, it is lonely. It is its own disgusting friend, as it sits alone among other, lonely mushrooms. And it is but a crime that the mushroom should be left unnoticed in its strife to be but the great dandelions that smile graciously at passerbys.