Amber

I held it in my hand, it was smooth and clear;
I always felt safe when the gem was near.
A gem indeed, it shone so bright,
it lightened up my day and night.

The gem itself is of mystical origin.
Spilled blood from a tree that hardens like keratin.
Left as a fossil for hundreds of years,
From elder trees, it drips as tears.

In times of stress, it is a light.
Its warming orange, a fiery might;
The power to free me from any harm
with comforting magic which holds my arm.

After a long day, I go to bed.
I place the warming gem near my head.
As I fall asleep, with the crystal close
I silently begin to doze.

As heaven's fire burns over night's fall
The beads of flame, relax my all.
Like a heavenly harp, it frees my soul
As through dreamy worlds I start to stroll.