The Small Ice Cube's Journey to Freedom.

A Day In the Life of States of Matter Changes

I started as ice,

Cold and dreary,

Gray and translucent.

 I was a cube.

I had reached my freezing point.

Everything was “certain” they said.

I would always be:

A constant mass,

One shape,

One size.

They said I wouldn’t move much.

They said I would always be a solid.

They were wrong.

I decided to melt.

I had to be something

Other than myself.

I melted in the form of water.

I started to move more.

ALL OF A SUDDEN

I formed to the shape of the crowd.

I thought I was cool.

I was now a liquid.

I moved when my friends did.

I realized I needed to be

Free.

I knew what I was

I was

Made

To

Be

Something that had

Energy.

I was destined to be…

A GAS!

I evaporated and

I flew up in to the sky.

I would have free form

I could evaporate.

I could be myself.