Currency.
This tree is angry.
The wind whistled fiercely through its green leaves
and banged the bush against the window to get someone's attention.
It worked but the tree lost an arm as a result.
Thus the tree became even more furious
Its once green leaves began to turn orange and red from the rage,
and the tree roared even louder hoping, needing to know
that someone was listening and would come running to its aid.
Alas the wind did not help for free,
and soon enough all of those angry leaves fell into the possession of the wind
so it may do what it pleases with its payment. The tree however,
stood naked and shivering exposing its sharp branches and crooked trunk.
And as the tree without leaves had realized it had been robbed of every bit of itself
under the guise of accomplishing a goal. He wept, for he was tired of growing leaves
just for them to be stolen from him. So when the rain rolled around and loosened up his soil, he decided he'd had enough and fell crushing whom he once begged to save him.