The cauldron is never resting,
For decades – it’s simmering,
Over magical warm everlasting crystals.

The witch, with her
Inherited magical hat,
And dusty broom,
Goes everywhere-
Bringing back ingredients-
And dropping into cauldron.

Magical spoon goes merry,
Stirs gain and again.

The witch never followed a recipe,
Never read a book
Always allowing intuition to guide
Surprised to see bubbles-
Cauldron never did it.
What’s coming out now?