Flow is a sudden flash of flame
That burns without a need for name
It pierces through the darkest night
And crowns the soul with secret light
It does not wait for wealth or throne
It springs from labor all your own
A hidden spark that waits to rise
To turn the shadows into skies
The moment feels both vast and true
The world transformed created new
No longer bound by doubt or strife
You hold the brilliance of pure life
Success is not the crown you wear
But every light that met you there
For each illumination shown
Has carved a kingdom of your own