A silent river flowing through the wall,
It answers to the flip of every call.
An invisible thread of buzzing blue,
That brings the modern world to me and you.
It dances in the copper's narrow lane,
To ease the darkness and the winter's rain.
A spark of life within a glass-bound wire,
That holds the heat of a captured fire.
It charges every screen and glowing light,
Chasing the shadows from the deepest night.
It spins the fans and makes the engines roar,
A steady heartbeat behind every door.
But treat the current with a steady hand,
For lightning is a king within the land.
It leaps with jagged teeth and sudden thunder,
To fill the watching soul with fear and wonder.
It strikes the oak and splits the heavy sky,
A wild power that no man can tie.
A servant when it's kept within its cage,
A storming giant when it breaks in rage.
From tiny cells to the vast and humming grid,
The secrets of the universe are hid.
A gift of light, a shock of sudden might,
The pulse that keeps our neon world so bright.