An Antidote

Watching the world selling itself to death,
I wonder at the blueness of the sky today
The price of owning hurts the hoping
And yet I breathe for free today

As giants tumble with baskets laden
I run smiling amongst the valley streams
When so much is offered and so little taken
My laughter's new, or so it seems

As I see cold numbers snatching beauty
And computer worthless tickets sold
The grass grows longer without duty
All birds sing on despite the cold

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Perspective. You can't eat money...