The Stone of Green

Clang,
Thump when I drop you on the floor,
Your shape is irregular and you come in different sizes.
Dark green like a teacher's chalkboard where they write important things on,
Streaks of turquoise like aqua-marine and it’s smooth like the bark of a gumtree,
Light like the eye popping bee hummingbird ready to sip nectar from a tubular flower.
Special,
Rare,
Divine.
Sitting in a container with lots of departments next to your friend pyrite,
I take you out to show you off to my best friends who usually find you fascinating,
You’re the best of your kind,
I wish you could be my birthstone.