Money

Begins as a worthless tree,
Changes into something priceless.
Something that makes the world go round,
So they say.
Something I myself
Am guilty of using every day.
Without it nobody would be able to survive,
It can bring happiness,
It can create sadness.
Evolved over time through the way we live,
Like humans training dogs from wolves.
The green, red, blue, purple and yellow,
Colours that we come by everyday.
Some say it’s essential,
Others say it’s worthless.
Regardless, money runs our lives,
Whether we like it or not.
And just like air,
We can’t live without it.