{This post is taking part in the t2 x Bonsai x Stack writing challenge}
In a land where dreams are spun, Green money glistens in the sun. Dollars flutter, crisp and clean, A currency in emerald sheen.
Born from ink and paper's kiss, It weaves through life, a promised bliss. Greenbacks whisper, stories told, Of fortunes lost and treasures bold.
From mint’s embrace, they find their flight, Dancing through both day and night. In pockets deep, they softly sing, Of things that wealth and power bring.
The humble dollar, silent knight, A beacon in the darkest night. For some, a path to fleeting fame, For others, just another name.
Commerce quickens, deals unfold, As greenbacks trade in hands so bold. The marketplace, a living stream, Where dollars shape the grandest dream.
In marble halls and crowded streets, Green money pulses, heart’s strong beats. It fuels the engines of desire, It stokes ambition’s roaring fire.
From Wall Street’s towering, gleaming spire, To Main Street’s quiet, homebound choir, It’s sought, it’s spent, it's often praised, In humble hands and those well-raised.
But with its gleam, a shadow trails, Where greed abides, and virtue fails. For green can blind the sharpest sight, And lure the soul into the night.
Yet in its green, there lies a hope, A thread with which the world can cope. To build, to grow, to give, to share, A currency beyond compare.
In children’s eyes, it plants a dream, Of possibilities that gleam. In elders' hands, it brings a peace, A sense of life’s profound release.
Green money’s power, vast and grand, Can build a future, hand in hand. With wisdom, kindness, thought, and care, Its value blossoms, bright and fair.
So let the dollars, green and bright, Be more than just a symbol of might. Let them inspire, lift, and guide, A force for good, deep and wide.
In every fold, in every crease, Lies potential for our world’s peace. For in green money’s silent weave, Lies the power to achieve.
It’s not the paper nor the hue, But what with it, we choose to do. To heal, to help, to lend, to learn, To light the paths for which we yearn.
So in the color of the trees, In every dollar, feel the breeze. A whisper of a world that’s free, Where green money serves humanity.
A tool, a means, a simple way, To forge a brighter, better day. For though it’s green, it’s just a part, Of what can come from human heart.
Let’s honor it, not with mere greed, But with the will to plant a seed. To grow a world where all can share, In wealth that’s just, in love and care.
