Little People Poem by emerson achari

Smaller than all earthly measurements lie
a quaint quiet quizzical being
tinier even than the smallest fly
Yet smarter than the most intelligent guy

For them our cracks
are crevices and canyons
for them our smallest hills
like the tallest mountains
reaching for the sky

These small people live in hiding
among bushes near
In gardens you treat with tender care
or perhaps in your homes
where tidiness is rare

These beings smart intelligent
their homes, castles like no other
their buildings camouflaged so clever
their houses built
with intricate designs no architect could achieve

These unique people have many things their own
one livestock insect like
another culture full diverse
third personality colorful vibrant
and perhaps their language, so fluid and divine

Yet i find most interesting
their love for one another
and all species they find

they are peaceful people
silent serene somber secluded
they are friendly people
who live without the pains of war
nor the grips of greed

They live beside us
day in day out
without knowledge
as if we were as blind as bats
helping us always

The seasons it seemed
they manipulated
in spring they sing
for the flowers to bloom
to snatch the colds of winter away

Yet sadly it seemed
they are fewer around
for in spring this year
i heard not a sound...