Markets stand like sailors at dusk,
reading the mood of a restless sea.
Bitcoin holds the rope.
Ethereum guards the fading lantern.

One whisper of peace,
and money may bloom again like rain on dry soil.
One storm from the world beyond,
and the tides pull every fragile boat lower.

Still, beneath the noise,
patient coins sleep like seeds under winter ground,
waiting for a kinder season
to remember how to rise.