In the bustling heart of cities grand,
Where dreams and fortunes intertwine,
A dance unfolds, an ancient band,
A symphony of curves and lines.

Supply and demand, a delicate waltz,
Ebbing and flowing in harmonious grace,
Guided by unseen hands, never at fault,
A silent rhythm in a crowded space.

The whispers of trade, the clinks of coins,
Echo through alleys where merchants convene,
In every transaction, a world re-joins,
Balancing needs in a seamless machine.

Yet beneath the surface of this grand parade,
Lies the pulse of labor, of trust, and of chance,
In the dance of markets, forever swayed,
By the dreams of many, in a timeless trance.