Substance

A force unseen, a cosmic art,

Money's dance, a willing heart.

Not in greed or grasping hand,

But in value sown across the land.

Like iron filings, drawn with might,

To magnets glow with inner light,

So wealth is lured to substance true,

To skills and dreams, a vibrant hue.

In knowledge deep and talents rare,

In service done with loving care,

A magnet's pull, a potent spell,

Where fortune's tides begin to swell.

For money seeks a worthy nest,

Where value grows, put to the test.

It's not the chase, but what you bring,

That sets the golden current's swing.