A take on wealth we have at our fingertips.

There’s nought so gentle as a mother’s touch,
for her children when they cry.
No precious stone would shine as much,
as tears in a baby’s eye.

A giggle from a little girl,
is a sound that money can’t buy.
No pot of gold nor rarest pearl,
tempt rainbows from the sky.

No need for wealth, nor pots of gold,
Nor money making schemes.
With sights and sounds that we behold,
We're rich beyond our dreams.