In silent whispers, power emerges,
A force unseen, yet deeply felt,
Guiding rivers in their courses,
And stories that our hearts have dwelt.

With gentle might, it shapes the earth,
In shadows cast by sunlit grace,
The echo of a dream’s rebirth,
In every step, in every place.

A dance of winds, a storm’s embrace,
Power weaves its timeless thread,
Through struggles faced, and fears erased,
In hearts where courage dares to tread.

Awakened now, the soul’s ascent,
To realms where visions dare to soar,
For power, pure, is heaven’s lent,
A gift to cherish, evermore.