From the spark of invention, in the silence of thought,
To the hum of the wires, where battles are fought,
It dances in the air, and through the cables it weaves,
Electricity, the pulse of the world it perceives.

The current flows, oh, the power it bestows,
From the lightning in the storms to the city that glows,
It charges our lives, as the energy grows,
Electricity, in its majesty, it shows.

In the grip of its fingers, machines come to life,
Powering progress, cutting darkness like a knife,
From the screens that we gaze, to the phones in our hand,
It's the invisible force on which...