There you are. Just one tiny tomato, dangling. Yellow-green, firm and adorable. Like a child, knowing only now - you swing in morning breezes. Bird songs echo. Morning light bathes and all is right in your little tomato world.
You assume water will come and sun will shine and are oblivious of bad bugs that for now, are busy elsewhere.
Tomato baby, it isn't courage at all that empowers you to grow. It's just trust, isn't it? Faith, that you will be, all that you are meant to be.