Ode Rich

What if life is a gift of thought?, here yonder at a celestial splendour, what if nature is a thing of beauty and zest?, and what if dream itself is a twain in December?, dust can be fooled them anon, for this is a culture that I found funny and lovely, to hold me as if the world would then be yon. Earth is gold and gold is earth, fantasy to fantasy, right there I, is it realm?, a word one man said that heart can wish, even fonder than to visit all planets, yonder is a dream, calculus is my hobby against a loss, now, what if life is a journey of mission at times, I did keep my pace leaping up against tis wears. There is a country and continental defaulters too, how bitter is pain and how bitter is rot, if upon twas barbaric, now is thus given to, and if upon a dream everybody is not an exception to wit, and traverse freely through the earth east or west, at what sigh other than zest is fun?, thus a tale I hope to retire later to rest.