In the silent hum of twilight’s whisper,
A spark ignites, a current flows,
Through veins of copper, silver, and gold,
The dance of electricity, silently grows.

Flickering lights in the night’s embrace,
Pulse with energy, a rhythmic grace,
Power surges, unseen force,
Guiding our world, setting its course.

Thunder roars, a storm’s delight,
Electric veins light up the night,
A cosmic ballet in the sky,
Echoes of power, a silent cry.

From the smallest spark to lightning’s blaze,
Electricity’s magic, in myriad ways,
A force unseen but deeply felt,
In every touch, in every weld.