In the heartbeats of the night, power softly stirs,
Like whispers weaving through the ancient pines,
Silent yet profound, it gently confers,
A symphony of strength in nature’s lines.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, watchful embrace,
Power finds its voice in the whispering winds,
Echoing through the vast, star-lit space,
A dance of forces where all life begins.

The river flows with a quiet might,
Carving paths where none have tread before,
In its patient journey, both day and night,
Power lies in persistence, evermore.

In each sunrise, a new strength awakes,
Painting the skies with colors bold and bright,
With every dawn, the world gently shakes,
Embracing the silent power of light.