In pots it simmers, soft and white, A staple treat, a cook's delight. From east to west, fills every bowl, A humble grain with a timeless role.

Some of us sit atop icebergs Some of us hold all your trash Some of us lean til we topple Some of us are paid in cash

Vertical keeper, standing so proud; A stage for treasures, humble yet loud. Holding stories and spices, in quiet array, Guarding memories, come what may.

On a plateau of keys, when things go wrong, im probably the first key you try to leave. No need for control, alternatives and deleting things if this key works

Trains follow me both night and day, though I myself don’t move or stray.