If money grew on trees
replacing all the leaves,
turning yellow in the fall,
or not ripening at all,
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A great imaginative write. Everybody is rich yet is there peace and contentment? The third stanza gives us things to ponder about. Beautifully written and conveyed.
Losing a percentage to the freeze money would grow in trees replacing the brown leaves. An amazing poem of imagination you have shared.