Smallness is relative when you're the size of me. To you, I seem monumental. To me, the clouds are monumental. They reach higher than I ever will, even though I'm always growing.
You look up and see me and think how small you feel. I look down and see you and think how you are just the right size for flowers and bumblebees and for dipping your toes in icy streams. Sometimes I look at you and think, how big I feel. I hunch over and try to be small, but I only knock boulders at your feet and embarrass myself.
So here's my idea: You be your size, and you love those flowers and bumblebees and trees. I'll be my size, and I'll love tickling the clouds. Deal? Deal. Hooray!
photo by ben mauzé.