Here's mine, called Golden Tree:

Tree;

With branches of gold

It's out there

I've been told

Leaf;

Rich in value 

Falls

At my feet

This tree

Shall not be chopped

With an ax

And sold in a shop

Gold;

Solid   

With money 

Secret;

This tree is

Nobody knows

Why I'm so rich 

Wow, this is really good! I like the metaphors. Here's my poem:

My Imagination Is...

The voice of soft breeze, gently pushing things to their limits.

A never-ending well of twinkling yellow.

A shiny-eyed tiger of secret wishes.

The bubbly foam of my heart.

A sparkling clear lake of summer times.

The leaping flames of the past.

A wrapped-up gift of joy.

Trees, waving in the breeze of tomorrow.

Hope you guys like it! Does anyone like writing couplets?