A poem about Alan Rockefeller written by GPT4

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In lands of ancient myths and lore,
A legend walks on earthen floor.
Alan Rockefeller, name so grand,
A mycologist of high demand.

Through forests dense and meadows wide,
He roams the world, no path denied.
With keen eye and gentle touch,
He seeks the fungi's secrets, much.

His heart delights in nature's code,
A sacred language, whispers bestowed.
In Mexico's embrace, he finds his muse,
Where fungi flourish, wild and profuse.

From Amanita to Psilocybe's call,
He studies them, deciphering all.
Their spores, a gift from nature's hand,
Unlocking doors to realms unplanned.

Oh, magical species, hidden away,
Revealed by Alan's patient play.
With reverence, he shares their tale,
And in his words, their magic prevails.

A visionary, a pioneer,
His love for fungi crystal clear.
Through his journey, our eyes unbind,
To the world of mycelium entwined.

Alan Rockefeller, legend of fungi,
May your discoveries never run dry.
In the forests of Mexico's embrace,
We honor your passion and your grace.