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The Money Tree ~ a Poem

John is a Christian but feels that all religions have both positives and negatives. He prefers to live by his own code of ethics.

Inspiration for The Money Tree

The topic of this poem just kept popping into my head on and off for the last week. I tossed up between calling it 'The Money Tree' or 'The Dollar Tree', but it seems the latter is the name of a discount store chain in the USA or UK, so I chose the first as the title.

I don't know if it was my muse trying to encourage me, or if the prompting was coming from some "higher" source. But wherever the idea for this poem originated I love the message. I hope you do too.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

The Money Tree

One day my daddy said to me,

“I wish I had a money tree!”

So, I thought on it a little while

Then went to my room with a smile.

I gave my piggy bank a shake.

I wondered how much it would take

To plant and grow a money tree.

I had some dollars - one, two, three.

I took the coins out to the yard,

Planting them was not so hard.

When they were tucked into the ground

I went inside without a sound.

My dad looked a bit depressed,

Mom said, “He is financially stressed!”

What that meant I didn’t know,

Or how long a money tree takes to grow.

I watered those coins every day.

“Please God, let them grow,” I’d pray.

Two-three-four weeks hurried by.

“Still no shoots!” I began to cry.

Image by eko pramono from Pixabay

Image by eko pramono from Pixabay

Then, when I’d almost given up,

I was playing outside with my pup.

When I saw a small green sprout,

“It’s growing!” I cried with a shout.

I tended that shoot with great care,

But no one else knew it was there.

The plant grew bigger week by week,

When would it bear the fruit I seek?

Dad said his work did not pay.

He looked for new jobs every day.

Soon the plant was lush and green,

The fruit were coins, and bills were the leaves.

As time went by the tree grew more,

Much faster than it had before.

So much money made the tree look sad.

It now was time to tell my dad.

I urged, “Dad, come and see my tree.”

But he just sat and looked at me.

“I have important things that must be done,

Why don’t you go and show your mom?”

My mom agreed to come outside.

When she saw the tree she almost cried.

She said, “I’ll go and get your dad.

He’s just been moping and quite sad.”

a money tree

a money tree

Dad just stared, he had trouble speaking.

All he said was, “I must be dreaming.”

“I prayed this money tree would grow.

God answers prayers, as this must show.”

We picked off all the coins and bills

Until all of our sacks were filled.

The tree was soon so bare of leaves,

It made me feel like we were thieves.

Dad caught up everything we owed,

Paid off the house. His face just glowed.

Mom said happily, “We’ve been blessed.

We have all we need, and no more stress.”

Though I still watered the tree each day

It would not respond in any way.

The leaves and fruit did not grow back,

The trunk and branches soon turned black.

The tree soon withered up and died.

My mom and dad, and I all cried.

But our problems had been relieved,

We really had no cause to grieve.

There was a message to be learned

From the money tree for which we’d yearned.

God only give us what we need,

For having too much nurtures greed.


© 2021 John Hansen

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