Tree of gold
If only I could hold
The leaves of plated gems
Dressed up with stems
The bark of silver
Sparkling like a River
The base of bronze
Shivering with cons
If only I could seize
The money that grows on trees
If only I could dream
Of what the world seems
Trees of gold
Grows like mold
Corrupting our minds
Memory hinds
Leaves of thorns
Gems are adorns
Piercing a soul
Bashing with coal
Barks never heal
Feelings in the seal
Chopping the base
All is replaced
If only I could leap
Darkness I could seep
If only I could breathe
The world’s wreath