In wealth I was formed, conceived too,
As a foetus, i grew, finding comfort in her womb,
Living the life of one in a wonderland,
Finally, I was brought out through pains and difficulty,
I never wanted it to be so.

The one birthed grew with so much Love,
But not wealth, it wasn't in sight,
The opposite of it stared blankly,
It became a filled barrel sounding empty.

As the day grows into night,
And the year climbs to the top of the tree,
Seeds...