I wander in this great expanse,
Horizons stretch before me,
Coins fill my pockets,
My stomach growls at me.

I search high and low,
No food do I find,
Am I not a rich man?
As I thought not a moment ago.

I pluck apples from the tree;
How sweet they taste.
How can I repay you my friend?
You have satisfied my need.

“I give what I take,
from the soil and the sun,”
The tree said to me;
Though how, I’m not sure…

“Whilst the sun shines high,
no man shall be poor.
You take fruit from my branches
The earth seeds from the core.”