The Blue Stone

The lapis is still, It is almost scary
How a little rock like this,
Could make someone feel so wary,
It's just a stone but it's so creepy ,
I am filled with envy by the lapis lazuli.

Stricken with a bold blue blur,
The rounded rock resembles a water spur,
With my evidence I concur,
My pretty purple lapis pure,
Can't be lifeless for sure.

A gift from my mother,
Taken from the shelves of others,
The stones have lost a brother,
A brother I now own,
Who lives behind a cover.

My rock sits upon my shelf,
It's sitting all by itself,
The only thing to do,
Is to company oneself
My rock is pretty, pretty lonely.