Shining dew drop of bliss

For all that I get
A bit more I desire
Will there ever be enough
Than what I require?

I must now starve
For I have eaten enough
Till the crave is lost
And there is none to corrupt

I have filled the pot 
it now brims over
Must scoop every bit out 
Till there ain’t no leftover

Better still to break
the clay pot into dust
Spilling all it has 
Seeping and merging with Mother Earth

Scorched earth
Would call for rain
The flowing water will take away
the dust and stain

And when the new sun shines
From behind the grey clouds
There will be fresh new grass
and the shining dew drop of bliss