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Nature’s greeting
In the green market, where fields bloom and sway, Vendors hawk apples, fresh-baked bread each day.
Tomatoes blush red, kale curls in the sun, A barter of earth’s gifts, from soil they’ve begun.
Stalls brim with color, carrots gleam, beets bold, Stories of seasons in each bundle told. The air hums with chatter, hands trade what’s grown, Nature’s own currency, rooted, not sown.
Then shifts the scene to circuits’ cold glow, The crypto market, where wild numbers flow. Bitcoin’s a comet, Ethereum’s star, Traders chase surges, no matter how far.
Screens pulse with prices, a volatile dance, HODL or sell? Each tick is a chance. No dirt, no daylight, just code’s endless stream, Wealth built on trust in a digital dream.
Green market’s steady, its harvest is sure, Crypto’s a gamble, its future obscure. One’s fed by the earth, one’s sparked by the mind, Yet both trade in hope for what we might find. 7 replies
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