Beneath the ancient layers of time,
Where shadows dance in silent rhyme,
Lies the beauty of a world untold,
In minerals, the earthâs pure gold.
Quartz like crystal tears of the land,
Shaped by natureâs gentle hand,
Reflects the light in vibrant hues,
A prism of secrets, old and new.
The emerald whispers tales of green,
Of forests deep and lands unseen,
Its color, a song of earthâs embrace,
A jewel born from time and space.
Beneath the weight of ancient stone,
Lies the beauty, brightly shone,
In minerals, the earthâs own art,
A treasure held within its heart.