Money

In vaults of green, a tale unfolds,

Paper whispers, stories untold.

Currency, a silent decree,

Measuring worth, in notes set free.

Gold's allure in coins we trace,

Metallic echoes, a timeless grace.

Fortunes woven in threads of mint,

In wallets held, a silent stint.

From pockets light to treasures vast,

A dance of coins, a fortune cast.

Yet, in its power, a cautionary chime,

For hearts and dreams, not just in dimes.

Paper wings that trade in dreams,

Exchange for goods, life's silent schemes.

In every note, a journey spun,

A complex tale beneath the sun.

A paradox, this currency game,

For values found in more than a name.

In balance sought, let wisdom guide,

For the wealth of heart won't subside.