In a world where markets weave their tale,
The balance of trade, a ship to sail.
Supply and demand, an endless dance,
In the grand theater of finance.

Prices rise and fall like waves,
Shaping futures, economies brave.
The invisible hand, it guides the way,
Through night and day, come what may.

Consumers yearn, producers strive,
To keep the economic dream alive.
In cycles spun from need and greed,
They plant the seeds, the markets feed.

Wealth and poverty, side by side,
In this intricate, complex tide.
Yet through the chaos, hope we find,
A better world, for humankind.