Solubility is a massive trait;
Being miscible is another.
Do they portray the same thing?
Whatsoever.

The solvent is the most generous one—
Gracious and wholesome.
The solute seems a bit stingy,
Wants to part the other.

Varieties are so gracefully produced,
Products as an outcome.
We were supposed to be a substance,
But thy lost their element.

In the sprint of saturation,
One chose to be a mixture.
Mixture itself isn't a feeble thing,
But pollutes the creature.

Yet in the beaker of becoming,
We stir and settle anew.
Not all solutions stay stable,
But some find their truth in brew.

So we dissolve in quiet layers,
Bound by forces unseen.
Not every bond is lasting,
But each one has been clean.