echoed
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