The Carbon Children
Melt me into amethyst;
where deep purple skies fade to rose quartz,
as the sun begins his labors.
They are the earth womb;
air, fire and water; as am I;
energy in a tiny package;
wrapped by Nature’s hand.
Carbon crystals meld within the womb;
sister diamond’s no less than I;
Every facet is a world of its own.
Like people, no two are exactly the same.
We grow and change;
are young and old;
living energy of the elements.
Fresh from Nature’s oven and baked to
near-perfection…individuals.
Quartz families, grow offspring,
that become one with us.
All gems wear their history, proudly;
their, genealogies.
Within the obsidian pool of mind,
facets reflect each spirit’s inner beauty.
Inclusions mirror the hardships and tribulations,
of each individual; the stories are there to see,
if one looks and listens.
Gem song is a voice so sweet, upon the ethers.
Earth’s baking process enhances our colors;
lightening an otherwise, monotone existence.
Each facets duty, to let our true colors shine,
through the darkness.
The oneness of human and stone,
is the catalyst that swells
Mother Nature’s chest with pride.
Such sibling harmony, is the icing on her cake.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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