Tiny Treasure

By Jerry E. Cornwell

Jewels grow under great pressure

shrouded in black mists and Earth’s embrace.

Corridors of mantle heat, steam and silence

conspire to create a gem, crystal or birthstone.

A careless sun reveals the world

Distant stones patiently create a masterpiece.

Our eyes desire color, forests and water

Nature designs her rainbow decoys

Lures to catch our eye.

From sleep we wend a tapestry, knit dreams, weave meaning

for morning’s smiles and footsteps.

Miles below diamonds, rubies and emeralds

strain to clarify, harden and sparkle,

striving to form a miracle from nothing.
And find light.