Ode to the 3D Printer in the Sunlit Workshop

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 🙂