An ode to a valley of greatness,
Where shaded from ignorance the brilliant dwell
Building steam so they might shine light into the darkness.
Covering nothing an unleashed torrent of heart current,
Flows into the hearts of those not calloused,
By shades of greed and torment.

Whispering to me, the trees let go their secrets.
Only those willing to hear them privileged in their presence.
The power of the Sun shared by us both in abundance.
No reason to hoard a wealth that flows in infinite volumes.

Those who lead you to believe that wealth is limited,
Are those who are most limited in their wealth;
Because amidst their collection of physical accessories,
Dwells a soul bankrupt by the chains of time.

Only those who breathe in the divine in unison,
With all those in their presence, accounted for and otherwise,
Are truly wealthy.
They share the wealth of infinite rays with no hesitation,
Though them do infinite rays pass forward indefinitely.

Go forth as an infinite being as you truly are.
Fear nothing as you share the luminosity that you were given.
It is your duty to give it to the others.
Until the Sun sets to rest, you are its champion.
Champion of the Sun.