Poems about Rocks

by Supersheep64

Geode

Geode

By Maud Pie

Mutilating Rocks, drilling harder.

Those ignorant, ignoble igneous carvers.

Into the earth all creatures try to find.

Minerals of the scarcest kind.

They think that they have the right.

To take the Rocks that end in ‘ite’.

Digging down, they take great pains.

Locating Silicates in fissures and veins.

A discerning search through the schist.

Looking for Crystals of amethyst.

Split a Rock, split it wide.

Something twinkles deep inside.

Stones and Gems, they are the key.

Hidden from Draconic jealousy.

They dig and mine like it’s their duty.

So Rare to appreciate a Rock’s true beauty.