Glistening in the winter light bliss of the all white area around.
The rock stood in there in the rock of plush moss with white specks
It glowed in the aura in the element
Over time it had froze the clear to white the gray to gold
Over time many Over passed it thinking it was only a pebble
It was much more a gem to the earth to the define statement of royalties
A power to be passed to be Over thrown in the way now one knows
Was this important to mind maybe maybe not
After thousands of winters and summers a small girl found it
She was about 4 or 6 none know
She was a great spirit of kindness and gratitude
She was loving to all around
Kids would say they saw her in the field watching bunnys hop horses eat
And as hours to years past she was there until
She got up and sat by the gem of earth
