Little Creatures - Peter von Poehl

A little creature

Tea spoon-tall

But a good heart

And that’s a start

Strolling around the park

You don’t care

People can do

What ever they like

But everybody knows

You just live a day

But you don’t want to hear

You say: spare me from all that talk

That the end is near

You think it’s bad enough anyway

But is that nature’s fault

You seal off your windows

Close all doors to outer space

You decide to cut all connections

To the disgrace ful human race

But like a mist they keep coming at you

All these human relations

It’s just that your heart doesn’t live that long

Instead it beats really fast

Some things weren’t meant to last

But is that nature’s fault