I wish I could sail on a sunbeam;
I would direct it squarely on sadness,
While listening but intently
To Nature’s rhythm of gladness —
Sounds of pleasurable spring,
Challenging hopelessness wielding
Its ordained power of pain
And loneliness unyielding.
I would quickly wipe off the tears
Of those in utter grieving,
Each time the glorious sun appears
With rays so adeptly weaving,
As gusts of sorrow seem endless
And confusion pelting its scorn,
Taking away the sanity
Of those so woebegone!
If I could save a lost soul
From the deserts of despair,
I would do it over and over again
With my tools of utmost care.
I wish I could plant seeds of love
And feel the deep sensation
Surging within my yearning soul —
Itself a compensation!