All its insignificantly important life,
Being chases after something silly like dream,
Concluding their journey with prize,

Does the prize contain treasure,
Entirely different, it could be a flower,
For something to be invaluable,

Grandeur is not only scale,
Heart decides what the prize is worth,
Inside its beating soft surface,

Joins and weaves web of,
Knots weaving around the shiny immaterial possession,
Leaving no room for kindness,

Meaning that it will become,
Now sole and only reason for existing,
Ornament to beings entire legacy,

Patting itself on its back,
Questions are of scarcity what words to,
Rhyme its glory in poems,

Sung across the whole world,
Times immemorial, achivement of the true immortality,
Until the being finds love,

Value of prize now vapourised,
What is love capable of,
Xeric places could be felt like heaven,

You might have many questions,
Zest not, you’ll eventually fall in love.