My Crystal

The luminous sunlight
beams down on earth,
waking the sleeping.

The light shoots
through the air,
down down down,
it scorches the ground
brightening everything in
its path.

At last it reaches
the room,
my room.

It hits my crystal,
peridot,
its greenness shimmers
around the room,
decorating it like a
piece of art.

When the sun goes down,
the stars come out,
my peridot settles down
switching off its vivid glow
to a long night's rest.