A little water, a little bread
A wooden chair
And on my one peg a coat
Is what I have with me
I am well
Today I have grasped
Small, cold, wet snow crystals
Which kiss me so softly
A thousand things
Can't be replaced by the simple
Why should I want more
I am full enough
I am warm enough
I am happy enough
There is more than enough
A thousand things
Can't be replaced with the simple
Why should I want
More than enough
I own my time
I own my imagination