What You Will Flourish?

A poem about how as we succeeded and move up the totem pole in life, how there is a necessity to set new higher goals, to find a new mountain to climb, and not to become lax and rest on our laurels.

What you will flourish,
Under the scrutiny,
Of a thousand mutinies,
Under silver moon?

What you will flourish,
When sins are nourished,
Home is finely furnished,
Shining; like God’s orange bloom?

When all base needs are met,
Never a fret,
You win every bet,
With sky so blue.

When God’s Grace,
Knows only your face,
Your name everyplace,
Shining favored dweller.

What you will flourish,
When your dreams are met.
What you will flourish,
What higher goals will you set?