The Heart That Hungers

A heart that roams for riches,  

Unsettled, far and wide,  

May gather wealth unending,  

Yet still, feel starved inside.  

For he who craves the world entire,  

Finds hunger's endless hold;  

No feast can sate, no treasure's weight  

Can fill a grasp so cold.  

But he who’s calm with but a spark,  

A quiet, gentle gleam,  

Will find the warmth of gratitude  

Outshines the brightest dream.  

So seek not more to mend your soul,  

For peace is not in gold;  

It blooms where you, in stillness,  

Can find it—soft, yet bold.