Feldspar Is My Rock

Collecting rocks on a summer’s day, I marveled at the sparkles I see as I turn them over. The sun and I are smiling at the glitzy glamor we notice. I pick them out of the forest deep, and wash them in the tiny brook that meanders through in the prettiest, softest, sweetest way. Fascinated by the prettiness I find, I cannot help but wonder if I am their first human contact. This delights me and the sun. feldspar in my rock glitzy diamond like relief proof of loving god