Poem - Cooking

[packbat]

A pot of water meets the stove
And gathers heat from burner's flame.
The water stirs, its rest disturbed,
And starts to quiver, shakes its mane,

But soon it settles, for its heat,
Its energy, is drawn away
By cold intruders to the pot,
By food uncooked that enters, stays.

Despite this, soon the heat rebuilds
As food and water both grow hot.
When food and water shake again,
The flame is cut beneath the pot.

The water then sits quietly
Until the cooking is complete.
The food is done, and taken off
The stove and flame, its source of heat.

The meeting of the pot and stove
Can now conclude, and both can go.