The Lore of Archmagus Amanita of the Riviera

I am wealth. Am everywhere. The root
and crest of all things. I am lonely shores
and windswept crags. All constant, resolute
I reach up, under. Lift my cap of spores
and send my spirit into every breeze
and gust. My wisdom, memories all blow
with every speck. I wander where I please,
take root in places no wizard can know
except one such as me. I speak to bears
and elementals. All the spells I know
found me this way. The children sometimes stare
as I walk by, and wonder how I go
abroad in boots, as if I were alive—
but still I flourish, here, where mushrooms thrive.

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