True value

Some say ‘that which glitters is gold’
But I’ve ever found metal to be cold
Gold could never compare
To a lovely maiden fair
Whom is by far much warmer to hold
 
Some place their value in cash
But I’d scrap that stuff in a dash
Just to stand up tall
Beneath a waterfall
And bathe in its cleansing splash
 
Some people live for fine jewellery
But I’m not one for such foolery
I much prefer instead
To fill my whirring head
With topics that are far more schoolery
 
Some value material above all
But I heed not that dull call
I live for the trees
Long grass to my knees
And the beautiful colours of fall
 
Some place their love in possession
But I don’t fall prey to obsession
I count my friends
Amongst nature’s trend
Talking with mammals and birds, my confession
 
And so at the end of this write
I mean not to leave you a fright
But make no mistake
The things you can’t take
Are really this world’s true delight.