Material wealth can come in many ways
Inheritance, good luck, good work and pay
But with the spirit, will power cannot win
Only those who’re humble,admit sin
Pain and grief , companions of our life
Married to the losses as a wife
Grace may come as small as grains of sand
Or like the wren that hovers near our hands
In imagination breathe as then
Slow, protective, patient and human
See in your mind’s eye the perfect wood
The trees sing out as sun warms sap, their blood
We can research the wealth in figures, charts
Envy not the rich who have no heart
