I made a boat of paper white
And sailed it in the rain,
It danced along the tiny streams
And floated down the lane.
The wind became its faithful friend,
The puddles were its sea,
And for a little moment there
The whole world smiled at me.
Though small and made of fragile folds,
It traveled brave and free,
A tiny dream upon the waves
Of childhood’s memory.
I made a boat of paper white And sailed it in the rain, It danced along the tiny streams And floated down the lane. The wind became its faithful friend, The puddles were its sea, And for a little mome