POWER GRID

In the annals of time, where echoes linger still,

Lies the ancient power grid, a testament to will.

Forged in the fires of forgotten lore,

It whispers secrets of a time long before.

Across the lands, in sacred lines it lay,

A network of energy in silent sway.

Carved in stone or etched in sand,

A web of power, vast and grand.

from mound to shrine.

The ancients harnessed forces divine.

In sacred geometry, they traced the flow,

Tapping into energies. Through lay lines and nodes, they channeled might,

Harnessing the currents of day and night. Though ages pass and empires

fall,The ancient power grid whispers its call. So let us listen to the whispers

of old, and seek the truth.

For in the ancient power grid, we find,

The key to unlocking the depths of mind.