Wealth

In quiet solitude, Nyelele sits,

Meditating on wisdom's ancient writs,

A man of purpose, seeking to discern,

The Proverbs' lessons, eager to learn.

"Wealth hastily gotten," the scripture imparts,

Shall dwindle away, like fleeting arts,

But Nyelele ponders with a thoughtful grace,

The truth in these words, in this sacred space.

He contemplates riches, earned in haste,

Like grains of sand through fingers raced,

Fleeting and fading, they quickly depart,

Leaving an empty, unfulfilled heart.

But he who gathers, little by little, with care,

Like a patient farmer tending fields with prayer,

Shall see his wealth grow, steadily rise,

As blessings from above, a heavenly prize.

Nyelele's eyes close, his spirit takes flight,

In the stillness of night, he seeks the light,

To follow the path of wisdom and grace,

To gather his fortune at a steady pace.

For in patience and diligence, he believes,

Lies the secret to prosperity, and he perceives,

That with every sunrise and every moon's gleam,

He'll gather his wealth like a flowing stream.

With Proverbs as his guide, his heart is still,

As Nyelele meditates on this heavenly skill,

To gather little by little, to nurture and sow,

In the garden of life, his abundance will grow.