The toadstool stood, a cloud of vice
    Blown far by evil’s sway
Above ahead, the azure skies
    Were taken o’er by gray

Cloud loomed o’er, each a savage brute
    Blown off by winds, insane
The ugly toadstool calmly stood
    And welcomed silver rain

Which danced with grace, silently fell
    On little, soundless toes
The toadstool, once a hag from hell
    Became a maiden rose