Roots for Riches
By Molly D
Published 9 August 2024
Tree so old
Tree so bold
Standing in the sunlight.
Little do you know
You’ll be cut down before night.
Rusty, deadly chainsaws
To come and rob your branches
Taking all your chances.
Leaves falling
Pitter patter
Glass shattering
Shatter shatter
Roots ripped out of the ground
Thrown and scattered all around.
The memories held
Blowing away
Along with the stenching smoke.
And in the end
This is all done so that someone isn’t broke.