Sharpened by earth’s infinite timeline
These faceted stones portray
The phallic symbols of the earth’s wind chime
Their simulacrum of beauty, disarray

Prizmatic spectors of locked away caves
And archaic jewels from sand
Do little for else but me appease
With their shimmering joys in hand


Nature’s finest glass mosaic
Growing for eyes that do not see
I for one am glad to be created
For I also a crystal be


Glory be the crystal, for she knows no fears
She is of the earth, stoned fragments, earth’s frozen tears