Well I quickly wrote this poem so I am not sure if it makes any sense to anyone. Including me. Open to all comments/criticism.
A particle is a particle.
It is small, alone and separate.
It used to be connected to other particles,
But it left them.
Alone the particle drifts,
Until it gets into a sticky situation,
Then it fights for its life.
Growing and blossoming as it does so.
The small particle has grown bigger.
It seeks to join with others once again.
And all the old particles meet and connect,
Bigger and better than they were before,
And now the joined particles aren’t just particles anymore.
They have become a group,
A group of strong friends,
That will never again be divided.
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