We became so envious of the sky/

That we built our own stars/

From diamonds and hope

And watched them pirouette

Through twilight gardens

In ballet slippers made of

Satin nightime,

With every twirl,

They strived to outshine the sun,

But we forgot to warn them that

If they burn to bright

They would supernova into oblivion

Leaving behind a trail

Of stardust and memory