In the quiet of the night, power hums, unseen,
Whispering through the leaves, a force serene,
It bends the will of time, yet remains unsaid,
A silent strength that lingers in the head.

Beneath the surface, currents strong and deep,
They shape the mountains, make the valleys weep,
Power is not loud, nor boasts its might,
It is a shadow that commands the light.

In every heart, a hidden reserve lies,
Unyielding spirit beneath the skies,
It rises in the face of storm and gale,
A testament to those who will not fail.

So trust in whispers, in the subtle trace,
For true power does not need a face,
It moves in silence, yet it moves us all,
The unseen force that answers every call.