A walk in the shop – a chance encountering.
Of crystals, apparel, and trinkets therein.
“Unique”, I thought and was led to see.
It soon became clear where my focus was drawn:
To stones arrayed in sundry sizes and forms,
But largely it was their colours that charmed.
To ascribe them mere red, yellow, and blue
– or the other basic colours –
Would be a great disservice, a travesty.
The blend, the mix, the textures, the shades,
Result in a palette so rich as to alarm.
For how can nature concoct
Such art beyond words –
In its intricacy, colour-symphony, and – dare I say –
Its beauty –
If it’s left to chance’s haphazard work?
Is it no wonder that crystals are linked
To the spiritual realm though they be just rocks?
A walk in the shop – a chance encountering?
I saw, I felt, but one caught my eye.
The luminosity of it that transfixed me so.
Its greenish flush that seems to radiate
Is what you could call,
Nature’s “glow-in-the-dark”.
Aided by man’s handiwork,
The form that results is unorthodox.
Body cylindrical with pointed tip
Appeals more to me than the x-sided tower.
A sense of awe and mystery it brings,
A translucent green from an encasement of “frost”.
Who knows what history that this rock contains?
Except that it is now part of my life.
Grateful I am to encounter and have,
This fluorite tower,
Luminescing Joy, a delight to hold –
*Images Source: My Own
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