the stars are whispering
maybe you`ll hear
venus is bleeding
peppermint tea
and meteors sail
exploring the sadness
do we really cry
or is it just
some peppermint tea
butterflies would like to know
is the sun a bright eye
like the ones that have we
the stars are talking
they`re not shy anymore
if you like tea biscuits
then you will like tea
blow gently
you might blow mars away
be careful with clouds
their laugh is so cold
like uranus or neptune
and cold stories they told
the stars are yelling
but none bats an eye
they need me
to tuck them in
and now they all cry
butterflies die
