Tiny hands hold little of substance,
... tiny fingers clench such bold lies,

tiny hands lunge at windmills,
... tiny fingers pick at fool's caps,

tiny hands grasp at follies,
... tiny fingers rifle through goodness,

tiny hands push at paper tigers,
... tiny fingers pull at dogs tails,

tiny hands read bad fortunes,
... tiny fingers get burned at dark flames,

tiny hands hold scary puppets,
... tiny fingers dabble in darkness,

tiny hands hold very few aces,
... tiny fingers roll stones up mountains,

tiny hands signal empty alarms,
... tiny fingers dig earth from fresh graves,

tiny hands hit left, right & centre,
... tiny fingers write false warnings,

tiny hands wear gloves of fool's gold,
... tiny fingers mine gems of bad fortune,

tiny hands smite the wrong enemies,
... tiny fingers bless sinners foreheads,

tiny hands just plain bewitch us,
... tiny fingers dance all devilish,

tiny hands brandish proclamations,
... tiny fingers tried to dazzle us,

tiny hands promise tricks abundant,
... tiny fingers draw forth distractions,

tiny hands may try to fool you,
... tiny fingers attempt to sooth you,

tiny hands don't grasp in friendship,
... tiny fingers signal dark forebodings,

tiny hands announce arrival,
... tiny fingers will not gain entry,

tiny hands do try our patience,
... tiny fingers do toil and trouble,

tiny hands hold no great promise,
... as tiny fingers dance before us,

while tiny hands show much misfortune,
in the teller's misty reading,
in globe's so cloudy
and all muddy,

as truth be told
on our
misfortune.

All along the beach
Tiny holes litter the sand
And inside each hole along this
Tiny strip of sand and tide
Live the tiny people

They are a simple people
Who walk swinging their tiny arms
And sometimes hold their tiny hands
So they can swing together

They love to take short walks along their holes
And leave behind a short trail of tiny footprints
They collect and dry grass
To weave tiny little hats for their tiny little heads
And go out into the water

At night they lie out on the sand and gaze up at the stars
And think about how these tiny dots
Make them seem even tinier

Their lives can be tremendous
When their tiny fires die down
They reach out
And reassure their love

Sometimes the day turns dark
And tiny drops of water fall from the ashen clouds

But for tiny people these create big floods

The dead are buried in tiny graves
And the living make even tinier drops of water
As if in a fit of irony

The wind is known to sweep away the tiny people
Like the smoke cut out of their tiny pipes

They never like to venture far from their holes

After many seasons
The tides rise far up the beach
And the tiny people are swept away

All are left are the tiny holes littering the sand
Staring at the sun as it passes over into the seas to sleep
Waiting for more tiny people to call them home