In the heart of bustling trade, dreams unfold,
Where numbers speak and stories are told.
The rise and fall, a ceaseless tide,
In the balance of demand and supply.

Through corridors of commerce, whispers glide,
Echoes of fortunes, in the market they bide.
The invisible hand, a guiding force,
Weaving through charts, setting the course.

Amidst the graphs, a silent plea,
For growth, for equity, for prosperity.
Yet shadows linger, questions remain,
Of wealth’s true cost, and who bears the pain.

In the dance of figures, hope finds a way,
To dream of a future, bright as the day.
For in the heart of economics’ embrace,
Lies the promise of progress, for the human race.