In the heart of night, a silent hum,
Through tangled wires, it swiftly runs,
A dance of sparks, unseen, yet real,
The pulse of life, electric zeal.

It courses through the city’s veins,
A river of light in endless chains,
From humble homes to towering spires,
It fuels the world, ignites desires.

Yet in its glow, a gentle plea,
To harness wisely, let it be,
For power’s grace, if left unchecked,
Can turn to wrath, with dire effect.

So let us honor this wondrous force,
With mindful hearts, guide its course,
In balance found, a world can thrive,
With electricity, we come alive.