If The Sun Is Gold

If the sun is gold, to be found In the sky with clouds—high and sound, Then every mind seeking wealth there In doing so as each may care Then will look for ways to ascend. Even try to have wings extend To reach up there without delay, To consume as much in their way. If minds are adept to do so, Will their deeds cease the sun to glow? If that happens, what is the fate? Will life keep on to generate? Will the dark plunge minds to doom? There has to be when minds must groom To dwell in kindness forever For harmony to live longer.