I am a tiny tomato.
I wonder what it would be like being a carrot.
I hear the loud annoying screeches of the big hawk.
I see a giant baseball rolling away.
I want to be bigger.
I am a really, really tiny tomato.
I pretend I am Shakespeare writing poems.
I feel the cold water under me as I drift along the ocean.
I touch the soft fur of the cat.
I worry that the Buddha bird will eat me!
I cry that I won’t find my way to the homeland.
I am a small helpless tomato.
I understand that I am small.
I say, “One day, I might turn into an apple.”
I dream that I am like that big, ferocious cat.
I try to stay out of trouble.
I hope I don’t sink in the middle of the ocean.
I am a small tomato.