Poem 37: How can i be poor?
How can I be poor when the Earth below supports me?
How can I be poor when the sky above fills my cup?
How can I be poor when the oak tree next door talks to me?
How can I be poor when the quaking aspen sing?
How can I be poor when the Earth below supports me?
How can I be poor when the sky above fills my cup?
How can I be poor when the oak tree next door talks to me?
How can I be poor when the quaking aspen sing?