The Leaves Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Leaves

This tree had green money
On it's branches swaying.
It's money was green
And many a wanting.

But the tree didn't
Think itself moneyed at all.
It just stood green
And swaying tall.

But the people wanted money.
They felled the trees.
They lay on the garden floor.
They now were not tall.

People wanted the greens.
They would do anything for them.
The tree's wanted to live but
Something had to give.