The Alchemy of Balance

I took an ice block from a fridge,
and felt its hardness at its ridge.
The warm air mingling with the cold,
transformed that ice block and its mold.

After a while the ice began to flow;
now turned, alas, into a liquid glow.
Placed in a pan upon the fire,
that liquid glow I could admire;

to see before my very eyes,
some magic bubbles suddenly rise.
First one, then two —and many many more…
In time no longer could I keep their score.

Those bubbles made sweet song and dance…
Around in circles did they skip and prance…
faster and faster like a Mad Hatter’s race.
The sight was lovely to embrace.

What glee it placed upon my face.
‘Til lo and behold I could not find a trace,
of what was once a vibrant stream;
converted now to mystical steam.

My pen became Aladdin’s Golden Lamp,
transporting steam, invisible but damp.
From spouted pan it rose into ethereal air;
to some place higher, Oh I know not where.

A clue it left behind near me,
as evidence that I could see.
Some specks of dew upon the ground,
moistened the earth in droplets round.

With fire, water, air and earth,
that ice block, dying, found new birth.
I must declare it does appear,
from what I’ve seen throughout the sphere:

“Balance is the alchemy
that keeps the universe perpetually;
perpetually, perpetually,
in harmony.”