The Ring

The ring, dazzling diamonds
The exotic emerald crested upon the top
Golden silver shining all over
All held by memories of the past

The ring, born at Kintamani
Hand forged into place
Diamond and silver laced
With an enlightening green on top

The ring, a gateway to a past world
A sight of my grandfather
A picture of Bali
A sight of memories

The ring it guides me through the day
It tells me what to say
It shows me which path to choose
If this was lost I couldn't possibly live through