Only By Chance, Cousin to Fate

There's a sea-gem in that sand you're in, Buried a ways away. She beams so loudly, in that way that she beams, Whether the sun smiles at her or not. There's a tree-gem in that sand you're in, Fallen from her green-top loft. Sweetly, she glows at the jewels that she's grown, That, now, sing of their granted agendas. She's a free-gem, that tree-gem, That, sometimes, calls herself sea-gem, Quietly, carrying out her duties, with smiles. But, she longs to be found, That green-gem, some rounded, By you, poking at rocks and dry clams. 07.2011