Stories and Fireflies

Where snail-shells are diamonds

And cardboard is gold,

Told stories are treasures,

Pleasures wealthy find strange,

Picking ripe apples

In dim autumn light,

A night watching the moon,

A boon none can change,

Candlelight laughter with

Faces aglow,

Snow angels in cold,

Or gold fireflies:

These happy moments

That fill our hearts

Are parts that shall

Triumph clever lies.

You may glory in dust

For its shine of sapphire

But desire for wealth

Won't lend stealth to evade Death,

For within laughter

Tales, shells, and fireflies,

Lies heart and soul merry

Carried after your last breath.