In tangled threads of glowing hue,
Electric dreams come surging through.
A spark spun soft in textile skies,
Where lightning wears a wool disguise.
Each fiber hums, a gentle charge,
With fuzzy volts both small and large.
The clouds are cables, stitched with grace,
And joy runs through this knitted space.
It’s not just light, but warmth that flows
A current only woolly hearts know.
Made with love and wools
