The Well Of Wishes Poem by Naomi Chao

Behind the green tress
between the lush bushes
sprinkled with moss
was a abandoned well

You look down,
the crystal clear waters
reflected your surprised face
as the well trembled violently

A ray of gold shoot towards you
and you look down at your hands
now which loaded with coins
'I am rich' you exclaim happily

Was that not your wish?
Then please read on
Doesn't money give you happiness?
Or is it something different for everyone?