Life’s a Divine paper boat
Though meek as lamb or goat,
Dashes through the time-bubbles
On the tide faces many troubles.

Bids adieu to the bridges
Smiling at both green edges,
Singing serenades on the stream
Reaches the goal of cherished dream.

Midway witnesses forest flame,
And autumnal leaves playing a game;
Never arrogant of his might
May choose the way which is right.