[Intro]
The soil is quiet, hums with light
A pocket of dawn in the middle of night
We till with time, we water with care
What grows is patient, what grows is rare
[Verse 1]
In a garden where coins should clang and shine,
I plant ideas and stories that align.
Roots wrap around the hours we spend,
Teaching us how to listen, to bend, to mend.
[Pre-Chorus]
Not quick gold, but a slower bloom,
A soft resilience in every room.
[Chorus]
This is my money tree, growing slow and true,
Leaves inked with wisdom, fruits made of view.
Harvest is quiet, rewards take their time,
Patience turning sorrow to a sweeter climb.
[Verse 2]
The trunk is trust laid sturdy in the rain,
Branches reach out, greet every name again.
Knowledge blossoms in the spaces between,
Where kindness rests and questions glean.
[Pre-Chorus]
Roots remember what the seasons proved,
That growth is gentle, but never removed.
[Chorus]
This is my money tree, growing slow and true,
Leaves inked with wisdom, fruits made of view.
Harvest is quiet, rewards take their time,
Patience turning sorrow to a sweeter climb.
[Bridge]
If the market rattles, if the wind feels cold,
I count the lessons stored like faith in gold.
What’s valuable isn’t coins in a chest,
But quiet anchors of love and being blessed.
[Chorus]
This is my money tree, growing slow and true,
Leaves inked with wisdom, fruits made of view.
Harvest is quiet, rewards take their time,
Patience turning sorrow to a sweeter climb.
[Outro]
So I water the moments, let stories bloom,
Nurturing futures in the safe, soft room.
What I harvest isn’t riches, but a life that’s grown,
A garden of knowing, a soil I’ve known.
