The Crystal Thing

If you asked about the crystal thing

That I think

I will only think about the crystal sand

That made us think how much of it is left

And how much will it last

We have too little of it

We can't blend, brittle a bit and sometimes bend

We have too much of it

We can't stand

If you asked about the crystal thing

I will only say the sand

With enough of it

A bright light will have the upper hand

Reviews

[patricia]

This had a great rythm to it. The spacing gave it breathing space. I enjoyed this. Thanks.