The Tree

my magic grove has many trees
of every wondrous type
a wizened gardener oversees
and knows which ones are ripe
one money tree, it grows loose change
that jingles in the wind
one poet tree -- that one, most strange
fruits dingy, and thin skinned
one tree of life, it speciates
and gets from here to there
one ancestree it holds the fates
I'm its last fruit, the heir
of all those trees, I love one most
I call it libratree
for there I can, at little cost
read any book I see

Author notes: The Book Tree image from Pinterest