low drive on money tree

 

The money tree

Crying in shame

Losing its credibility

Sliding down the scale

The wind keep blowing

Whistling its pleasure

Feeling the leaves falling

The lightness easily forget

Many feel angry

Getting less in exchange

The economy of the nation

Still staying strong

Yet the money tree

The shining sparks are gone

Leaving its marks of less value

In the eyes of foreigh exchanges