A stick and a stone built a fire

Some dried leaves and wood built it higher

A few rocks piled into a dome

And that was home


A warm bed at night was wealthy

Alive and about was healthy

Anger was a push and a shove

A flower and kind words were love


A stone and a field for playing

A stream and a river for bathing

A smile was only a dimple

Back when the world was simple

The End

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