Kicking; the young shoot fears the foot,
Stroking vigorously, the shallow quite cute.
There is a rest certain knowledge gives,
The same knowledge none shallow receives.

The thirsty give in to the light
And make this knowledge their delight.
Then the young shoot is a tall tree,
Giving life alive and when it falls free.

The shallow float like a flute
Being played by a mute.
As this knowledge is life and peace,
Its getting gives understanding of this;
Off the three deaths none hard to miss,
To know God in depth is life plus bliss.