Skyflowers

Mama, I want to pluck the flowers
That grow upside down from the sky.

WHat flowers are there, my treasure?
There are only the stars on high.

There are flowers right there, Mama!
I can see them right there.

There are no flowers in the sky, dearest.
There are only the stars of the air.

Those are the silver flowers, Mama!
Please, can I call them down to me?

It would burn your hand, my little one.
Those are only the stars you see.

I feel sorry for you then, Mama,
For there are flowers in the sky.

Oh, my child, you little sweet child!
You see higher than high.