Appreciation of prose poems describing forests?

A strong cold wind swept the top of the tree, and the forest that had slept all night immediately woke up from a deep sleep and then quarreled with each other. The following is my collection for your reference.

Chapter One: Mushrooms in the Forest

In the damp forest with dead leaves

Smiling mushrooms

Unscramble the Secret of Summer Forest

Dew-covered mushrooms

Dead leaves and quilts coincide.

Smile at the summer near dead leaves and mud.

Fresh and tender mushrooms

Write poetry in the Woods

Turn dead leaves into wet soil as a stage.

Fresh and tender mushrooms

In summer, it becomes a landscape in the Woods.

Contribute to others and become delicious on the table.

Fresh and tender mushrooms

Absorb nutrients from dead leaves and nourish the summer climate.

It attracted the laughter and running of the mountain people in the forest.

I want to remember when mushrooms grow.

Enjoy the colorful scenery in the Woods

Write a poem on my dining table.

Chapter two: going to the forest

In the moonlight, I am a butterfly in the forest.

Give off clear light

Look! Ivy covered with years.

It began to turn purple.

Somehow, blue and purple have alternated for thousands of years.

Is the forest big?

Is the world small?

Just between you and me, across.

A kiss

Chapter III: Forests and Lakes

In the evening, you walk through the forest with me.

Through the ancient and distant memory of life

Look at the soft light and shadow of the sunset falling from the lush leaves

Flowing in the dark air or in our bodies?

See the blue lake stop at our feet.

Reflecting the purple clouds scattered by the evening breeze.

-This lake is as clear and beautiful as our dream.

Or like our lives.

Mysterious, fragrant and charming

In the twilight, everything seems so peaceful.

As if sinking into the abyss of time with the sunset.

-I seem to see our memories

Spread out in eternal nothingness