Ode to bitcoin
A spark in the wires, a code in the night,
A ledger of truth, unbending, upright.
No king to command it, no borders to bind,
A freedom of numbers, a sovereign mind.
It whispers in hashes, it roars in the chain,
It lives in the lightning, it hums through the main.
A trustless creation, both humble and grand,
A signal of hope passed from hand into hand.
Through chaos and crashes it still holds its flame,
Unmoved by the markets, untouched by the shame.
For wealth is not only the gold we can see,
But the power to choose, to be sovereign and free.
So hold if you dare, or spend if you must,
But know in this protocol lies a great trust.
A beacon eternal, in code it shall stay,
Bitcoin forever, the dawn of our day.
