Where was the small me

 The big me went in search of the small me
over those rolling hills and strange valleys
until the big me recognized itself in the smallest insect
Picked it up and carried it home

The insect was hyperactive
so restless it wouldn't be still
the big me tried it's best to make the insect calm
They slowly began to bond and exchange noises

which turned to personal words
which formed conversations
then they were able to become something
lost out there in the rolling hills together