In the silent hum of midnight’s air,
Electric whispers weave and flare,
Through tangled wires, unseen but near,
They dance with light, both bold and clear.

A spark ignites, a flow begins,
The pulse of life within it spins,
From distant stars to humble homes,
The current weaves, it never roams.

Bright bulbs awaken from their sleep,
As electrons through circuits leap,
A symphony of power and might,
That turns the dark into the light.

O, electricity, unseen force,
You guide us on our daily course,
From dawn till dusk, your magic stays,
Illuminating all our days.