by Virgilio Yuzon

While the world hungrily stares at the gleam of gold,
The palace in the sky burns bright
From its golden walls, and priceless gems, the stars
Glitter on the veil of night.

The fleets of admirals drown when seas go wild
And winds howl loud with their sharpened breath;
Kings rule, and wage fierce wars; but when winter strikes
Their armies freeze to death.

While men scramble madly for chunks of gold
And fight for toppling realms, and fall,
The riches pile on nature’s treasure chest,
And her legions conquer all.

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