Exactly one week ago I was walking completely alone in a forest area nearby to search for mushrooms and other autumn subjects. I found a lot of mushrooms but most of them were growing on the forest floor between some grass or too low to 'catch' them decently (as I did not carry a shovel with me). After almost two hours I found a nice one in a tree bark; I loved the curve of the bark and the fact that I could catch a orange/yellow oak in the background.
Still I have my strength
And still I have my ugliness
But I, I, I
I'll love you just the way you are
I'll have you just the way you are
I'll take you just the way you are
Does anybody love the way they are