“Animal so shy and small,
Dreaming you were Bold and Tall–
You hesitate, all sensitive,
Waiting for a chance to Live.

Time is swift, it races by;
Opportunities are born and die…
Still you wait and will not try–
A bird with wings who dares not
rise and fly.

But that You you want to see
Is not you, and will never be.
No one else will ever do
The special things that wait
inside of you.

You can be a guiding star,
If you make the most of Who You Are.
And the sensitivity
That you’re now ashamed to see
Can be developed even more,
So you can find the hidden doors
To places no one’s been before.
And the pride you’ll feel inside
Is not the kind that makes you fall–
It’s the kind that recognizes
The bigness found in being Small.”

“The Te of Piglet” by Benjamin Hoff