Gemstone Harvest

In the realm of the earth, where ancient secrets sleep, A treasure trove of gems, in vibrant hues, we keep. Like jewels on a platter, they shine so bright, A colorful medley, a wondrous sight. Each one a story, of the land's dark breast, Where minerals and magic, in slumber rest. The colors dance, in shimmering light, A kaleidoscope, of pure delight. In this still life, we find a peaceful nest, A celebration, of the earth's rich crest. The gems, like fragments, of a broken dream, Invite us to ponder, on the mysteries unseen.