Balance is the Alchemy

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
‘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)
in harmony.”