Past Work.
Different Changes I Have Seen
Up the sky I can see clearly,
A change of phases excites me.
I looked at the cold ground and found
Liquid changed to solid as I count.
Continually I saw things shift,
Freezing turned to melting as water lifted.
Back to the element’s origin,
Rain from the sky slowly was dropping.
Evaporation came afterwards, I did not see.
Condensation came after that process, I foresee.
At last, from solid to liquid I have seen.
I am waiting for liquid to gas, in a process called steam.
This was a very old poem we made when we were still on our high school years. I hope that somehow, to those who will be able to read this may appreciate it. This was made for fun. But, looking back after this few years of me, aging a bit. I came to realize that some things that I was able to make in the past, made sense, more sense than what I am doing now. I may have not had that artist-like talent. But surely, I feel happy to see and reminisce my personal work of art.
Up the sky I can see clearly,
A change of phases excites me.
I looked at the cold ground and found
Liquid changed to solid as I count.
Continually I saw things shift,
Freezing turned to melting as water lifted.
Back to the element’s origin,
Rain from the sky slowly was dropping.
Evaporation came afterwards, I did not see.
Condensation came after that process, I foresee.
At last, from solid to liquid I have seen.
I am waiting for liquid to gas, in a process called steam.
This was a very old poem we made when we were still on our high school years. I hope that somehow, to those who will be able to read this may appreciate it. This was made for fun. But, looking back after this few years of me, aging a bit. I came to realize that some things that I was able to make in the past, made sense, more sense than what I am doing now. I may have not had that artist-like talent. But surely, I feel happy to see and reminisce my personal work of art.
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