Her office wall holds a print
A bright red mushroom
Standing alone in a forest
We think of old stories
Children's books
And smile
A small, bright comfort
A fleeting moment
We visit
And then forget
But, OH!
We are missing the most astonishing part!
There is no mushroom
Without what lies beneath
Under the soil
Beneath our boot prints
Along the trail
Among the trees
And the soft scented duff
An entire network
Far more reliable than the one in your office
It carries signals
Feeds the many
Shares what is needed
We get so busy
That what we do not see
Does not exist for us
And yet, what we miss
