The Goblin Bookkeeper’s Tale
In a forest deep where the fireflies glow,
Lives a goblin with treasures, more than we know.
With skin of jade and a heart full of cheer,
He guards ancient secrets, both far and near.
His eyes gleam bright, like jewels in the night,
A smile that sparkles, a pure delight.
Dressed in patchwork, with colors that blend,
He’s a keeper of stories, a true, loyal friend.
Around him, the whispers of magic resound,
In the flickering light, where enchantments abound.
Books piled high, filled with tales of old,
Of kingdoms and heroes, of treasures and gold.
With gems that shimmer, he counts them with care,
Each one a memory, a bond to share.
For in every crystal, a story is spun,
Of laughter and friendship, of battles just won.
He treasures each coin, not for the weight,
But for every encounter, each twist of fate.
Each piece holds a moment, a laugh or a tear,
A nod to the journeys that brought them all near.
In his cozy nook, where the shadows play,
He records the adventures that come every day.
With quill in hand and a ledger so grand,
He writes of connections that forever withstand.
His heart is a ledger of love and of trust,
In friendships and bonds, he finds joy robust.
For riches may glimmer, but they pale in the light,
Of warmth shared with others, of hearts shining bright.
With every new visitor, he welcomes with glee,
For each is a chapter in his history.
From wanderers lost to the brave and the bold,
Their stories are woven in threads of pure gold.
As twilight descends and the stars start to gleam,
He dreams of the futures that flicker like dreams.
Of alliances formed, of adventures yet spun,
In the tapestry of life, where all is as one.
So gather around, let the tales be told,
Of the goblin who values both silver and gold.
For in his bright laughter and wisdom profound,
Lies the truth of our lives, where true wealth is found.
In the heart of the forest, where magic runs free,
This goblin reminds us, in his own quirky spree,
That the bonds we forge, through both joy and strife,
Are the truest treasures that enrich our life.
In a forest deep where the fireflies glow,
Lives a goblin with treasures, more than we know.
With skin of jade and a heart full of cheer,
He guards ancient secrets, both far and near.
His eyes gleam bright, like jewels in the night,
A smile that sparkles, a pure delight.
Dressed in patchwork, with colors that blend,
He’s a keeper of stories, a true, loyal friend.
Around him, the whispers of magic resound,
In the flickering light, where enchantments abound.
Books piled high, filled with tales of old,
Of kingdoms and heroes, of treasures and gold.
With gems that shimmer, he counts them with care,
Each one a memory, a bond to share.
For in every crystal, a story is spun,
Of laughter and friendship, of battles just won.
He treasures each coin, not for the weight,
But for every encounter, each twist of fate.
Each piece holds a moment, a laugh or a tear,
A nod to the journeys that brought them all near.
In his cozy nook, where the shadows play,
He records the adventures that come every day.
With quill in hand and a ledger so grand,
He writes of connections that forever withstand.
His heart is a ledger of love and of trust,
In friendships and bonds, he finds joy robust.
For riches may glimmer, but they pale in the light,
Of warmth shared with others, of hearts shining bright.
With every new visitor, he welcomes with glee,
For each is a chapter in his history.
From wanderers lost to the brave and the bold,
Their stories are woven in threads of pure gold.
As twilight descends and the stars start to gleam,
He dreams of the futures that flicker like dreams.
Of alliances formed, of adventures yet spun,
In the tapestry of life, where all is as one.
So gather around, let the tales be told,
Of the goblin who values both silver and gold.
For in his bright laughter and wisdom profound,
Lies the truth of our lives, where true wealth is found.
In the heart of the forest, where magic runs free,
This goblin reminds us, in his own quirky spree,
That the bonds we forge, through both joy and strife,
Are the truest treasures that enrich our life.
The Sunday Circle