Soothing, gentle winds blow

                                          through your cold gray castle

                                           Yet you say there is no peace


                               Precious jewels of every gorgeous hue

                                       litter your emerald fields

                                      Still, you terrorize their home,

                               dig beneath to obtain golden stones

                             with which to fashion your crown


                              Man, you are king of this vast earth

              overflowing with wonder and beauty at every corner

                            Why do you search for more and more

                                  with all these riches to feast on?


                                  Surely you cannot be very hungry

                        when such magnificent sustenance is yours

               You search for something to surpass the beauty of life

                    Someday you will realize ,

                                                                         no such thing exists


This poem is about: 
Our world


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