All is well

All is well but nothing to swell
One has to slog to earn his bread
Some go there where no one went
Their feet sore but their hearts swell

Thirst for gold remains ever unfulfilled
Thirst of thousands is quenched by a desert well
No treasure of pearls and gems shall ever satiate
As will fulfill the wage of blood and sweat

Those who dare don't look back
May it be hell where they land
Time is the witness as to what they endure
Like a rock they stand till all is well

Nothing ever remains the same as night turns into day
A seed breaks the ground when its shoot springs to meet the light of the day!