One of Mine

I do not know what to blog about.. so i do this.. it was for My teacher who went away..

Of Funnel, Test Tubes and Substances

Us, A set of test tubes on a rack,

Empty, Lifeless, neither coloured nor black.

No where to go,

No reactions flow,

Though stangnant and bare,

Have futures that fair.

To a bird, we are nothing but holes,

And sometimes mistaken for long glass bowls.

But to our dear funnel,

We are nothing like empty tunnels,

But like reservoirs, that store,

With surprises galore.

I'm sure you know, whats a funnel for,

For filling up test tubes and much more!

So she channels substances down our haert's core,

With such care and tenderness, none drops to the floor.

Liquids, solids of all kinds,

Any other substance that you can ever find.

She fills us up, with them all,

Relentless, unwavering from winter till fall.

Bubbles flow, our bottoms glow,

Gases and vapour, results to savour.

But alas, all good things do come to an end,

Afterall, Its just one of life's bend,

Our funnel goes,

Our hearts all blow,

But of blessings and wishes, we still will send.

I do not know why i'm filled with cries,

Maybe those gases entered my eyes,

But it is, indeed, still very nice,

To have a funnel who fills you, then bid goodbyes.