Trees don’t grow infinitely up. Roots don’t grow infinitely down. They grow up, down, out and around. Even the sky has a limit. You can only dig so far down. There’s no top to the Earth. It’s round But money grows infinitely? In a single person’s accounts? Growing up and never around? And debt ever goes negative As fees and interest rates compound? Though others have billions now? Trees reach out to provide cover For various plants on the ground That protect the soil all around. And they all use the nutrients From the rich soils that surround, A system sustainably sound. Or is the system extractive Where the tall leach all from the ground, The soils with no friends to be found? Like the rich in need of the poor To maintain the comfort they’ve found In low wage labor on the ground
Of Trees, Dirt, and Money
Of Trees, Dirt, and Money
Of Trees, Dirt, and Money
Trees don’t grow infinitely up. Roots don’t grow infinitely down. They grow up, down, out and around. Even the sky has a limit. You can only dig so far down. There’s no top to the Earth. It’s round But money grows infinitely? In a single person’s accounts? Growing up and never around? And debt ever goes negative As fees and interest rates compound? Though others have billions now? Trees reach out to provide cover For various plants on the ground That protect the soil all around. And they all use the nutrients From the rich soils that surround, A system sustainably sound. Or is the system extractive Where the tall leach all from the ground, The soils with no friends to be found? Like the rich in need of the poor To maintain the comfort they’ve found In low wage labor on the ground