Mushrooms on a rugby field

I don't know how many minutes it was, Staring at these massive mushrooms, Colossal yet so vulnerable, They freaks, oddities, ruining the perfection of the fields. Most of all they were impediments, There was a morning rugby game, Something deeply inside me wanted to spare them, At least half a metre tall we had never seen anything like this, The field took on a strange alien force, oddly Groundsman in blue overalls began the hacking, A one in a million sight to never be seen before, Some sight to never be seen again, Like comet every thousand years or eclipses, Nature's beauty allowed to flourish though he concrete, greed and mistake mankind had become, Somehow I remembered her, maybe 18 years before, Had met no one like her, the difference of her, the reason we fell apart., Some boys bemused as the principal should some tears, Myself, having learned nothing in 20 years, I wiped the tears away, and merely walked away. I the ordered for one in a billion freak to be hacked away for a rugby game. no different from destroying my relationship with her, There was a time i wanted success so badly, I picked the thorns and missed the roses, still, and still.