Fragmenting light into 7 springs of beams,
Scattered in the plain, yet still unseen,
Gleaming bright like glass on a mural dome,
Furious intensity embedded in stone,
The surface is carved, with perfect notches,
Enlightening colors, carefully dotted,
Onlookers left elated and wanting more,
Silently still, its aura roars,
So Beautiful and priceless, Stars splatter their light,
A phenomenal daze that blossoms out bright,
When rough it’s sought, when carved it’s desired,
Color of the Earth, the water, the fire,
A hundred names, but its value is one,
Lies the glimmering, glamorous, little Gemstone.
The literary magazine of Hagerstown Community College