Small and insignificant, you crouch in the grass, like an insect that is not even aware of its weakness until the next breeze blows it away. Better be careful not to accidentally get trampled by my feet... or maybe on purpose? You don't care about this risk right now. You just stare at my beautiful toes from far below. Gawk and languish. Admire how my perfect feet shine in the sun. How much would you like to be one of the stalks that are allowed to touch their perfect skin ... haha, keep dreaming, creeper. You are allowed to gawk, nothing more!