Here is a poem I made for a poetry contest, enjoy!
Through The Eyes of a Jeweler
In each year there are many months,
also there are seasons, twice twofold,
I think summer is best,
though “winter is better” is what I’ve been told.
Through the eyes of a Jeweler,
I begin to notice the color tones;
in the summer, things around me
are magically transformed into gemstones.
I woke up Saturday morning,
watching the rising Citrine sun,
slowly over the Iolite mountains
and so my day has begun
As I ate breakfast, fingering the wood table
and thinking about how it resembled Tiger-eye,
my parents gathered Selenite baskets,
and I soon found out why.
We arrived at the orchard
And began picking the Ruby cherries
out from under Jade leaves,
I tasted of the fruit and listened to the chirping of the canaries.
We all piled back in the van,
and came to the Aquamarine lake
where we all swam next to the beach
tiny Quartz crystals in their make.
When we were done swimming,
we all gathered on the Emerald grass
to eat watermelon that I saw
as Tourmaline, (a stone fitting for a pretty little lass).
Then we return home and sleep outside,
under the Diamond flecked Obsidian sky,
with a single Moonstone shining bright:
there, peacefully dreaming, I lie.