Oh my Diamond in the rough –
Do not question that you are tough.
No wind nor sand could wear you down –
You’d be fit atop royal crown.
Your prism separates truth from lies –
the colors cast before our eyes;
The space that separates the blues
from warmer, lesser honest hues.
Gently rest within my palm
With me there is peace and calm.
But know that if you ever dropped
You will be whole, and not be stopped.