Richer Poem by Chan Mongol

RICHER


No need what others got as accessory;

I am happy with essential necessary.

I don't have that much to share;

Except Snow, ice and few here or, there.

Now it is the season of the Winter;

Here, I got used to harsh weather.

I don't have that much to share;

In snow, Ice, trees, sky, sun I find creator.

The mother nature made me so richer;

With up and down, with fair, unfair!

I love the way my hidden God works;

I see my God in electron really sparks.


By Chan Mongol
December 13 of 2022