Dance of the Lightning Veins

Electric threads weave through the night,

Silent currents out of sight,

Flickering veins of power bright,

A dance of the lightning veins.

From storm’s raw heart to home’s soft glow,

An unseen river’s ceaseless flow,

Whispering secrets we’ll never know,

In arcs and sparks, the dance remains.

From Edison’s dream to Tesla’s flight,

A race to harness the glowing light,

Each filament a beacon, burning bright,

Guiding dreams through the electric rains.

In wires hidden, behind the walls,

A hum of life, a siren’s calls,

In factories grand and in hallowed halls,

It pulses, the heartbeat of our gains.

A switch, a click, and there it goes,

A burst of life that ebbs and flows,

Through circuits vast and channels close,

Electric whispers in endless chains.

In moments dark, when shadows creep,

It brings the dawn from slumber deep,

In fields where silent giants sleep,

Their turbines turning, breaking chains.

The city’s heart, a neon glow,

The midnight streets in vibrant show,

An orchestra of light and shadow,

Electric symphonies in refrains.

In nature’s wrath, in storm’s fierce roar,

It dances wild, from shore to shore,

A force of might we can’t ignore,

Yet in our hands, the wild restrains.

From sun’s embrace to wind’s soft kiss,

It captures all, it does not miss,

A timeless power, a fleeting bliss,

A spark that ignites, never wanes.

So here’s to the light, the fire unseen,

To every pulse, each hidden beam,

The power that fuels the human dream,

In the dance of the lightning veins.