The soul- it craves,
Always wanting more;
It’s needs, satiated-
It knows not enough.
This greed, grows bigger,
Watered by money lust;
It sprouts a garden,
Taking over decisions.
Money knows no boundaries,
It is up to us-
Direct the soul towards,
Learning enough.
Enough! enough!
plants of love erupt;
The weeds of greed-
Diminish the voice.
Once beautiful garden,
Is now filled with thorns;
A sad fate awaits one-
Who knows not enough.
