Ufo's Powersourse? Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Water flows, a hidden stream,
Power whispers, like a dream.
Earth's field sings, a gentle hum,
Energy comes, but stays quite numb.

Rocks and sand, a charged embrace,
Water rushing, picks up pace.
Ions pulled, a voltage small,
Hard to catch, for us all.

Alien eyes, a different view,
See the power, fresh and new.
Navigate by electric's gleam,
Living power, in the stream.

Bio-electric, charged with life,
No need for strife, or daily strife.
Tiny batteries, nature's art,
Play a vital, silent part.

We build dams, big and bold,
But nature's secrets, yet unfold.
Passive power, waiting near,
A constant source, to disappear.