Flickering lights that pierce the night,
A dance of sparks, a wondrous sight.
Invisible forces, swift and bright,
Powering dreams with silent might.

Through copper veins, it makes its way,
Bringing life to the mundane day.
A silent hum, a whispered play,
In every home, at work, at bay.

From stormy skies to circuits fine,
It travels fast, an unseen line.
Connecting hearts, a lifeline’s sign,
Binding us in a thread divine.

So let us honor this unseen flow,
The spark of life we seldom know.
In every bulb, a subtle glow,
A testament to what we owe.