Money moved like restless tides,
Pouring through the veins of markets.
Old debts returned home like wandering ships,
While new hands waited at the harbor.

Across the ocean,
A changing voice at the marble tower
Made traders stare at the wind,
Wondering if the storm would soften
Or learn a sharper song.

And so the world held its breath,
Between liquidity and lightning,
As economies danced carefully
On a bridge made of confidence.