Crystal Bowl

The Bowl Of Crystals

I go to Michael’s, and see the vast array of fake precious stones

I feel lost, like in a maze, wondering what to buy and have

The crystals are in all shapes and sizes; black and white, round and square

Feeling lost, I ask my mother for help; she scans the stones 

She chooses a blue, oval-shaped stone because of its stunning gorgeousness

I agree with her and purchase the wonderfully carved stone

We go home and I feel a sense of relief and happiness

Today has been a vibrant day, I think

The stones in my wooden bowl were purchased in the past

My new addition adds to the bowl’s artistic arrangement

My bowl of stones makes me feel happy, filled with warmth

Glee, euphoria, and happiness amazes me with so much beauty

The bowl of crystals makes me feel amazing, filled with pride