Beneath the towering arch of economy's might, The Federal Reserve seeks to harness the light, As falling inflation casts a looming eclipse, They set forth, hopes high, on fiscal ship.
They grasp at the stars, elusive and bright, Yearning to subdue the bleakest of nights, With tools in their hands and policies keen, They navigate the depths of fiscal routine.
Whispers of shadows dance on the breeze, As the economy teeters on fragile trapeze, Inflation's descent brings worries and fears, But the Federal Reserve, steadfast, perseveres.
Through quantitative easing and interest rate sway, They strive to keep equilibrium from slipping away, Balancing the scales of supply and demand, Guiding the ship with a steady, firm hand.
Yet elusive, like mist, inflation begins to fade, The Federal Reserve seeks to catch its charade, With every measure, in pursuit of revival, They trudge on, determined for an arrival.
But in this great game of monetary might, The Federal Reserve chases shadows, day and night, A dance with inflation, a mesmerizing quest, As they endeavor to achieve economic zest.
Keywords: Federal Reserve, falling inflation, shadows, economy, pursuit, equilibrium
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