A man is rich...

A man is rich, whose heart is light,
Whose pleasures are simple,
and his joys in sight,
He finds delight, in nature's
gentle breeze, and sunshine warms
his soul, with effortless ease.


His wealth is measured, not in gold
or might, But in the beauty,
of a peaceful night, A walk in the
woods, a book by the fire,
These are the treasures,
that his heart desires.


He is the richest, who can find
delight, In the smallest pleasures,
that life brings to sight,
A child's laughter, a friend's warm
embrace, These are the riches,
that fill his heart with grace.


So let us not be fooled,
by wealth's disguise,
For true richness lies, in a heart
that's wise, That finds joy in the
simple things, And treasures love,
above all earthly rings.