States of Matter

I am a phase change that happens fast, When heat is added, I will not last. I’ll disappear, like a whisper in air, What am I called, if you dare?

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?

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?

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?

I can freeze your drink in a moment's time, But heat me up, and I’ll start to climb. What am I, when I change my state, From solid to liquid, isn’t that great?