If only money grew on trees; Then, the leaves would be bills; The fruits would be a mix Of gold and diamonds; The trunk and branches Would be silver; The roots would be food; And, everyone would be Running about, planting; Instead of the normal fighting, Happening in this world. -Jaisha An impromptu poem from my nine-year-old daughter. She wanted it to be posted. So, here it is. Hehe. She says, she opted not to
