Opal Necklace

The matured opal lay in the silver ring
It forms a charm on this necklace
Twinkling in the sunshine
You hear the pitter patter of rain
Although it is just my necklace being released
Its fortune tells for many years
Watching them go by
It tells me how it got out of the mine
And the roaring personalities that it has met
It beckons for people to buy it
It slumbers whilst being
Made into a necklace
It’s as smooth as butter
The protecting of the guards
Protecting it for many years
The container of the necklace
Closes and shuts away my darkest secrets
Of many centuries
The opal is turquoise