Tomato

In a sunny garden, wide and bright, Grows a tomato, so red and ripe. But deep in its heart, it feels the fear, That someone will come, pick it, and then disappear. Oh, little tomato, don't be afraid, Even if the day comes when you must fade. You bring joy and taste, you're not alone, In every bite, your soul is shown. The other fruits laugh and play, But the tomato carries worry every day. It wonders why it's so red and round, Why it's desired, what's the reason found. Oh, little tomato, don't be afraid, Even if the day comes when you must fade. You bring joy and taste, you're not alone, In every bite, your soul is shown. The sun shines, the birds sing, It feels the love that gardens bring. Maybe it's not the end, but a new start, A part of something bigger, a part of every heart. Oh, little tomato, don't be afraid, Even if the day comes when you must fade. You bring joy and taste, you're not alone, In every bite, your soul is shown. So the tomato lives with courage and pride, Knowing it brings joy, not just resides. It accepts its fate, lets the fear subside, For in every dish, its essence will abide.