My new Creality K2 Plus has been working overtime lately, and between the scent of PLA and the soft sound of the extruder, I found myself inspired 😛 This little poem is a love letter to that moment — where technology meets sunlight and imagination.
In the hum of gears and quiet clicks,
the printer sings — a hymn of molten dreams.
Filament threads through polished brass,
a river of corn and code intertwined.
Outside, the sun spills gold through glass,
balcony air dances with faint sweet resin.
The scent — half nature, half invention —
a whisper of fields reborn as form.
Here, man and machine conspire in light,
to summon shapes from nothing but heat and will.
Each layer, a heartbeat; each pause, a breath —
proof that creation still hums in mortal hands.
And when the print is done,
and the room falls quiet but alive,
it smells a little of corn,
and a lot like the future.
Happy printing to you all 🙂