Health is Wealth

In morning’s hush, where dewdrops cling,

And robins rise on feathered wing,

There lies a gift, both pure and true—

A treasure resting deep in you.

Not silver coins nor gems so bright,

Nor crowns that glimmer in the night,

But breath that flows with gentle grace,

And strength that lights the spirit’s face.

A heartbeat’s drum, a calm, clear mind,

A body in sweet rhythm aligned.

No vault can hold this precious prize,

It lives where soul and body rise.

What use is gold with aching bone?

Or riches kept while health has flown?

No kingdom thrives on wealth alone—

It’s health that makes the heart a home.

So walk beneath the open skies,

Let laughter echo, spirits rise.

Eat earth’s gifts, in colors bright,

And sleep beneath the silver night.

For those who tend their inner ground,

Where peace and wellness both are found,

Shall know the truth, and softly sing:

Health is the wealth of everything.