Mine

A Poem

There is a mine, With riches so, Abundant, It will shame.

The amount of, Wealth on this Earth, It lies in front, But still hidden.

The amount of, Greatness, In the mine, Is infinite.

But to mine it, You don’t need, Any tools, It’s tricky.

You just have, To believe, That the mine, Gave it to you.

That you already, Have everything, You required, To be happy.

The mine is, Abundant, But our thoughts, Have become redundant.

So let’s change, Our thoughts again, Let’s make the mine, Available to us again.