The pot

The vessel, sovereign of water,

Guardian of H₂O in its purest form.

It brings the liquid to a rolling boil,

Cleansing, purifying, preserving its worth.

It cradles the grains that swell into rice,

Transforming them into nourishment, precise.

It stews the broth, it blends the flavors,

Serving the hunger of eager savors.

The pot commands the dance of steam—

Evaporation, vaporization, condensation’s gleam.

Yet when unclean, its honor declines,

Marked with the stain of careless signs.

It stores our meals, sustains our days,

And sometimes holds what’s thrown away.

Through time and use, through countless stages,

The pot too weathers, and slowly ages.