You were minted in gold, a treasure divine,
A currency coveted, a luxurious sign.
Worth beyond measure, untouchable, rare,
A fortune in motion, with elegance to spare.

You flowed through hands like rivers of green,
Changing the tides, where opulence gleams.
Some sought to hoard you in gilded stacks,
While others spent lavishly, no looking back.

But no one could own you, not for too long,
For you are the melody, the ultimate song.
You slipped through their fingers, never to stay,
Like jewels tossed in fountains, you drifted away.

You are wealth personified, power in form,
The calm in the storm, the heart of the swarm.
Some measure your value by treasures you lend,
But you are the essence, the means, and the end.

In vaults or in pockets, they all crave your taste,
Yet you rise beyond need, transcending their haste.
A fortune untethered, you soar and you fly,
For no one can own you—you are money in the sky.