A planet full of small nice people
happily entertained by internal disagreement and bickering
By how many folds are in the dress
and by how big the neighbour's apples are
All completely without interest in the whole picture
but directly affected by it
Small straws on the ocean
who elect a president to stop the waves
The day they notice the presence of the Guests
they throw their small lovely bombs
with blindness towards the sky
while reassuring each other
that it's better to be too cautious
And as doorbell ring a second time
they gather in small groups
from time to time staring at the infinity above
and gradually realising their own size
But they never get the perspective
so when the Guests finally land
with gold, incense and myrrh
the biggest surprise is
that they are not green
