I start as a solid, firm and still, Add some heat, and I’ll begin to spill. Into a liquid, I’ll flow and glide, What process am I, can you decide?
Melting
I float in the air, so light and free, But cool me down, and you’ll see me. I’ll change into droplets, small and neat, What am I called when I take that seat?
Condensation
When I’m heated, I love to rise, Up to the sky, where the air is bright. But when I cool, I settle down, What am I, in this heating crown?
Warm air
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