When did thunder ever sing?

There, such a melody screaming through the ceiling.
When did clouds ever start to cry?

Such a high, the world goes blind.
Little dreams from distant lights.
In the sky, there are many wonders.
So with dark, there will be frights.

Still in the ice where you may ponder.

How did we ever get so bold?

Minds expanding in this shelter.
Evergreening life, so old.
This world we lean on like a shoulder.

May we grow with it as one.
Let not this world have a war.
Might it maim us all or none,
Nature's realm, our friend, for sure.

When we follow the route to money,
A dangerous destination is at the end.

Believing that there is glory ahead,
Yet a miserable place is waiting.

Greed mixed with anguish is the location,
Bringing on depression instead of bliss.

If we pursue the true feelings of the soul,
We will arrive at the path to happiness.

Coins don’t possess the joy that virtue provides,
It’s the priceless things in life that offers thrills.

Search your heart for the real meaning of living,
Not gold, which can bring on more problems.