The Planets Sing In The Night

each one its own song

and in the morning

the sun plays like a gong

and the world is joyous

we are as light as air

and the music is like magic

to which we sway

and go along the day

everyone their own way

and my pink roses bloom

seven of them

and their petals

become my eyes

and make me wise

and life I embrace

its happiness

in my hands

I have won the race.