Tea Kettle

Filtered water flows filling the empty void of the kettle’s interior.
Once a hard metal shell,
Now contains a plethora of molecules that harmoniously bond,
Forming the liquid of life.

It’s potential? Limitless.
And yet, it remains still,
Cold and lifeless—
Waiting.

Rotate that knob on high,
And the rear burner,
Where the kettle lies dormant,
Heats at an exponential rate.

That once lifeless exterior,
Harboring lazy fluid molecules,
Bonds with extreme heat
Bringing the kettle,
And its companion to life.

Slowly, the kettle learns
That it needs this heat as fuel
To fulfill its purpose.
It is nothing without the heat,
And it is empty for not the water.

They need each other.

Sparking a revelation,
For the kettle, the burner and water.
The burner radiates a blistering red;
The kettle breathes louder;
The water fizzling with pace.

A unity of three,
I never did see.
Enlightened by perfect balance,
Their max potential,
Is now a reality.

The kettle erupts,
Billowing out plumes of steam,
The echoing roar of a whistle,
Reaching deafening heights.

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