Just standing there
In the open field of grass
Just looming of the green grass stalks
All of them waiting watching wondering when they will be picked
quivering in the wind, still waiting watching wondering
Then it sees a blur of brown drift through the wind
The brown specs being spores to plant more of its kind
The specs finally settle in the forest
All of them just waiting watching wondering like the rest of their kind
Then they all hear a loud thud
As a deep brown boot comes out
Then the person plucks some lightly out of the ground
Wanting to taste the gooey goodness
There are still more of them
All still waiting watching wondering
Waiting watching wondering
Waiting watching wondering…