Upon this earth, gold glimmers, treasures gleam,
Yet none compare to calm that dwells within.
The restless heart may chase each distant dream,
But finds no solace in the world’s loud din.
Ambition’s flame may light a fleeting road,
And riches heap like sand upon the shore,
But peace of mind, in tranquil silence sowed,
Outshines the jewels that kings and queens adore.
For what is fortune if the soul’s not free?
What worth has fame when worry shadows rest?
All worldly spoils dissolve in misery,
While inner peace endures and proves us blessed.
So seek not wealth in vaults or distant land
True treasure lies where gentle spirits stand.