**The Bull Returns**

The Federal Reserve whispers low,

September's winds begin to blow,

A cut in rates, a change in tune,

Beneath the harvest's golden moon.

The markets wait with bated breath,

For signs of calm, for signs of death,

A softer step, a gentler pace,

To soothe the fears we all must face.

The traders gaze at numbers fall,

Hear whispers echo down the hall,

They wonder what the dawn will bring—

Will markets weep, or will they sing?

As shadows stretch in twilight's glow,

The tides of change begin to flow,

A gamble here, a risk anew,

As fate decides what moves ensue.

Beneath the stars, decisions rest,

A game of chance, a cosmic test,

And in this dance of rise and fall,

The rate will guide us, one and all.

With every shift, with every sway,

New fortunes form, old debts repay,

A turning tide, a brighter spark—

The signs align, the bulls embark.

The echoes clear, the whispers cease,

A surge of hope, a sense of peace,

And from the lows, a climb anew,

The bull returns to seize its due.

Through winds of change, through fate’s decree,

A market strong, wild and free,

The bull arrives with power stark,

To lead the way from dark to dark.

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