The economy, a force unseen,
Yet felt in every day and dream...

Hope is the flame that burns within,
A spark that ignites even in the darkest of sin...

You constant friend,
A presence that seems to never end...

Whose woods these are I cannot say,
Their laughter rings from far away...

How do you trust someone
Who shows you a brand new sun...

In the boundless black of space, where celestial...
There lies a canvas painted vast, where cosmic...

In the quiet of winter's end,
Where frost once claimed its reign...

A whisper in the breeze, a dance of golden light,
Informed me that the season past...

In a world of noise and haste,
I find solace in a quiet space...

Amidst the woods and fields so green,
Nature's beauty can be seen...

Beyond the horizon,
Where the sun sets in gold...

We gild our days with restless gold,
Chasing coins that slip through time...