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.