Silience

When's the last time you went mushroom hunting anyway?
You had no plans on going
Until your Saturday sprang free
After so many hunts
Of not finding anything
Until a step shifts a leaf on the trail
And you spot what you came here for
Although, honestly, who can say why you came
You didn't think you'd find anything
Other people find mushrooms
You find dirt and leaves
But not this time
This time your voice rings out
Telling the world what you finally found
When you stopped looking