In the silence of dawn’s embrace,
Power awakens, a subtle grace,
Each breath a testament to might,
Each heartbeat, a beacon of light.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The spirit soars, refusing to die,
An inner flame that never wanes,
A force that shatters all chains.

In whispers of the ancient trees,
Power dances with the breeze,
A symphony of strength and will,
A promise that time can’t kill.

So rise with the morning sun,
Embrace the power, be the one,
For in your soul, it does reside,
An eternal surge, a relentless tide.