The Tree

[GatorPoem]

The exploitation has begun
Cut down, uprooted, time to go
The next step to make money, have some fun
Yet there are no more trees for money anymore

The exploitation has come to an end
Time to regress, a barter you see
I'll give you this apple, for a money tree seed
When the apples run out all that is left is free

And a wish to have never left

[Todd]

Hi GatorPoem,

For me, your poem is the last four lines. Those lines are evocative. The rest just feels a little too much like flat prose statements.