In the quiet rustle of paper’s touch,
A promise of dreams, a subtle clutch.
Through hands it slips, like grains of sand,
Building kingdoms, vast and grand.

Glittering coins in the morning light,
Catch the eye, a wondrous sight.
Yet shadows linger, deep and cold,
In the chase for treasures, tales unfold.

A dance of numbers, a fleeting score,
In endless pursuit, we ask for more.
Yet in the silence, a truth we find,
The wealth we seek, not just in kind.

Beyond the shimmer, past the gleam,
Lies a world where hearts can dream.
In giving, sharing, love takes flight,
True wealth found in kindness’ light.