Bitcoin night, bright nodes —
miners sift the silent math,
value wakes in code.
Bitcoin on my tongue —
Satoshi's ghost keeps ledger warm,
small gold made of thought.
Bitcoin, quiet oath —
no kings sign this new contract,
consensus wears the crown.
Bitcoin garden grows —
roots in math, fruit in numbered chains,
harvest by the brave.
Bitcoin seedling bright —
counting sats like rain and sun,
wallets learn to grow.
Bitcoin, freedom's pulse —
private keys keep doors ajar,
markets breathe more free.