Sailing

My heart is like a canoe

Housed in my left chest and float

Autumn winds push cloud upto the sky blue

Granada turns red out of the window

Osmanthus scent sweetens the Yangtze triangle

It's time to sail and battle

Every mid-autumn festive night

My heart is lonesome like a canoe

Sailing in the starry galaxy

Can't help thinking of my beloved mom

Searching for the flickering guiding star and

That's her compass from the heaven above

It's time to sail and battle

The morning sun shines and the breeze is cool

The birds sing by the quiet pond like a flute

Cross over the stream in the mountain valley

Embrace the maple leaves on the sunny slope

And explore anywhere I see and go

Swing away the chilling dew from my shoulders and

Await a rewarding submission of life's brew