sardine people waddled by
in the shadow of a tower sky
they rushed to ticks & tocks
hypnotized greed & clocks

but somewhere between the busy
amongst the hurried dizzy
in a notebook, old and torn
a tiny story was born

a boy who loved tiny things
like a batling with blue wings
sat beneath a willow tree
and wrote a tiny story

he watched a seed become a plant
went to a funeral for an ant
met a shadow that didn’t listen
and a girl with cheeks that glisten

he knew a panda who dreamt in color
an angel who made people hug each other
a dragonfly who didn’t breathe fire
and a hummingbird in a choir

he danced with dusty streams of light
and slept on his closet floor at night
but as he wrote these tiny tales
a bathtub floated by with sails

his tiny stories were alive!
and tiny things began to thrive
they reached out their little hands
and stretched across every land

a brand new world came to be
where love and joy were free
and no matter what your size
you’ll be sure to win first prize

the little boy stared in awe
of all the wonder that he saw
amazed by his own imagination
that all of this was his creation

and soon others came to write
which brought the boy great delight
together they’d play and roam
together they’ve built a home

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