Blessed is the man
Who still knows how to dream
For what else are riches
Than the feeling of well being
The wealth of things unseen
Cosmic and true
Visions taking shape like stardust
In the universe of you
Free to let thoughts roam
Pure and undefiled
Let the sun touch your heart
With the conscience of a child
Watch mother earth turn her cycle
And listen to what she teaches
No greater joy
Than sitting on the beach
Dreaming of riches