Ruby Awakening

In the palm of the hand, a tale unfolds, A wooden kendama, with a ruby to hold. The sphere, a crimson orb, with shadows deep, A symbol of balance, in a delicate sleep. The hand, a cradle, that gently sways, As the kendama balances, in a gentle way. The red sphere glows, like a heart aflame, As the hand guides it, through a subtle game. The wooden base, a sturdy foundation strong, Supports the sphere, where balance is key, all day long. In this still moment, a story is told, Of harmony and focus, young and old. The kendama's beauty, lies in its design, A perfect blend, of form and divine. The hand that holds it, a story does tell, Of patience and skill, that only practice can compel.