There is a money treeIn my living roomWith a braidedFishtail trunkAnd of these fiveInterwoven strandsOnly one of themHas visible veinsPumping waterFor these plumedGreen leavesLike dollar billsBut for the Chinese New YearWe don’t hang coin garlandsOr paper cranesFor prosperityFor Liu HaichanThe toad in the moonThe God of WealthNo, my mother watersThe leavesAnd my cat likes toEat themWhile my fatherChases her awayFor fear of bad luck;Me, I just noticeThe tree bending overAnd sometimes I layA crooked leaf overA straight oneIn the hope it mightCorrect itselfBecause isn’tLuck somethingThat’s made.