Born where the clouds kiss Himalayan stone,
Cordyceps lives where few have grown.
A union of fungi, of earth and sky,
It teaches the grounded how to fly.
Fuel for the tired, breath for the weak,
Strength in the moments we cannot speak.
It stokes the fire without the flame,
A silent surge in nature’s name.
Each drop holds mountain breath and spark,
A golden pulse in glass so dark.
The sovereign choice of those who dare,
To live with power, bold and rare.
