In the dance of supply and demand,
Where numbers waltz on paper plains,
The market sings its ancient song,
A melody of gains and strains.

Invisible hands weave through time,
Crafting wealth from dreams and toil,
Yet shadows linger in the light,
Echoes of turmoil in the soil.

Currencies rise like morning tides,
Fading like whispers in the breeze,
Fortunes shift on shifting sands,
Balanced on promises and pleas.

Amidst the charts and endless graphs,
Hope and fear entwine and play,
In the symphony of commerce vast,
Where every choice marks a new day.