If money fell from trees π³πΈ
Like falling leaves. ππ³πΈ

Ancient tree watches...
golden bills scatter...sate souls -
Like quiet hunger
π³πΈ
Nature's quiet dream
Falling like silver...watching
Souls chase what wonβt stay.
ππ³πΈ
Golden coins scatter
Tempting abundance of joy
Dreams flitting away
ππ³πΈ
Coins clink in the breeze,
each one a sirenβs promise -
branches bend to song.
ππ³πΈ
Temptation's tree sighs
Shadowy figures swirl...laugh,
Ancient wind absconds
π³πΈ
Gleeful silent ghosts
pluck gold fruits before they fall -
Time steals all away.
ππ³πΈ
Amber dreams descend -
whispers of wealth on the wind,
Gold melting to time.

About the Creator
Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.


Comments (3)
I especially loved the way you compared it to a siren's promise. Beautiful poem!
Very lovely, Novlet <3 Lovely haiku stanzas
Ahhhhhhh shoot great prompt use. Didnβt even think of doing a strain