Mystery of the riches

Have I come from the earth

Or am I the air that I breathe

Have I fallen from the stars

Or am I the food I eat

Was I a monkey

Or one amongst a swarm of bees

When I give

Am I giving to others or but to me

I came with naught

Got so much I cannot keep

Never mind how big a vessel I make

I cannot hold the sea

I get from places I just can never see

When I hold on to what I get

My hands are not so free

I must've watched as the grass

And at times as a solitary tree

Time to give much more

Now has come to be

I think I come from highlands

Bound in golden snow

Life will follow

Wherever I may flow