The Passed Down Silver Fern

It was once carried by Mickey D,
Who on his travels gave it to me.
I love this object it shows who I am;
It shows I’m New Zealand so I can fit in with them.
Glistening in my heart like a bright sun,
Packed with glinting crystals by the tonne.
I’m proud of my culture,
And my supporting sculpture.

It sleeps during the day in its case,
Leaving at night without a trace.
It’s trapped inside its solid glass prison;
The case obscuring its magnified vision.
The glass is the night sky,
The crystals are the stars,
If it was dropped it would turn into shards
I wish I could thank Mikeaire,
For giving such an object to me.