Topaz

Buried in the depth of mother earth the labor working hard on the innards the steel and iron cracking the intestines suddenly is viewed a dull and recognisable shine, they stop. It's a Topaz! Labor fructified and happy as lark topaz is rushed to the dealer shark fined and refined and polished and shined it is ready for market. It's a Topaz! That enamoured and love lorn lover over the yonder on the showroom foyer is eyeing that beautiful piece on the deck checking his bank balance for a good cheque, It's all for that Topaz! Warm hill side, cool wind blowing,flowers swinging the lover is standing with that dainty lady who had stolen his heart and in his mind written her art holding that dainty hand and the ring finger, It's the very same Topaz! Embittered that he had strayed the lady was frayed after a period of warm and cuddly love that flourished in anger at betrayal she shook and shrugged her finger with strength and the finger undressed vigorously throwing the content far and flung, It was the very same Topaz! the thrown stone went in stones and got buried deep in a centuries long seep it had reached its family in a slow creep covered yet again in grime and slime it heaved a sigh it lay at depth waiting for the diggers call , It's a Topaz !