Thy Tree of Prosperity

Strength comes from a condition one is born into,
thy quality enslaved to thy soul gives thee sense
of purpose. One might see such purpose
aloft a tree of prosperity
A raft one sails is part of a journey to prosperity,
to drink from a scale to some is a showing of wealth,
muck from cows a passer-by may eat to satisfy
his hunger, and a bairn to blunder when offered
all there is, may die before their thunder is reached

Prosperity is the gift to kindle and teach wherever
a road leads. How is it that such roads lie amidst thy
durst of some and much rot and nary to others
Wilt thee seek to besought whence a tree of
prosperity may arise from
Given that some trow not to be where they could
prosper, how wilt thee give bait to such an ugly wind
That’s thy query to rack thy thinking cap, thy be all to
thiol, so scale thy tree of prosperity and cower nought

An island that can be handselled a callow fellow wilt
seek over another that lies in jargon, such ketty language
wilt not give credence to a seeker of prosperity
So those who wish to lug along shall mense their cloth
and reckle thy fire within, that is if prosperity
is to be achieved faithfully

Wanton behaviour never gets one to thy top of thy hill
without a feeling of regret, misdeeds one carries out can
lead to skitters if not checked at thy outset, those who
go through obstacles like an iron train wilt gain thy
prosperity easily, and those who just thiol deep waters
wilt drown there feasibly

By thy rack of thy eye thee can judge thy wealth, it is
within thee to see what wilt be on offer when thy eyes
are opened wide, but to blunder and not see where thy
tree of prosperity leads, that wilt be thy hell

Thy tree of prosperity, take it seriously and thee wilt be free
Attitude wilt see thee crash through obstacles and lift thy self
above thy peers
One only need seek out thy whale road on a journeys end
There a dragon’s bed wilt thee gain, a bed of gold shining
like ember to spoil thy mountain of ample wealth

Through abundance found wilt thee hath thy prosperity
to see beyond thy rock. Those who don’t see it wilt there rot

All lamp post lead to somewhere, even where it’s cold
so thee should consider thy whale road as there bait waits
to be taken and avoid thy pittance whence a harlot should cry
Give boot only to those that seek it rightfully, and there thy
distaste in a house of lords wilt be uncovered, thus be thy slumber

Many pressures in life give thee fineless ways to gain radiance
Like dust to a gamester, it means little where prosperity
wilt be sought
Thy tree of prosperity is thy light to freedoms gun, through
thy early days it was thy sun, now as thy days sail a distance
far into ones future limbo, it should be made rather clear that
time can and wilt consume thy rainbow if hesitation is reached

A toddlers nang lavolta wilt some day colour ones past
As one grows, thy tree of prosperity wilt thee seek in
clouds above. A rainbow of gold snatched from thy lions claw,
thus one nought for nary lie idle amidst warring tribes
Such darkness to higg at thy tree of prosperity, a fairy tail to boot