Omnisectoral 

Not just in numbers, stacked so high, But in the trust that meets the eye. A steady hand, a promise kept , A quiet strength while others slept.  

A seed of thought, a spark takes hold , New ways unfold, stories told. Like rivers reaching, wide and deep , Connecting shores while secrets sleep.  

A thread of purpose, woven through , In helpful hands, in skies of blue. More than the market's ebb and flow, A place where simple kindnesses grow.