Geode
It's not much to look at on the outside Infact, most people pass them up Lying on the hard ground Black and brown and gray speckled But I know what it is I pick it up I take it back And slice it open Hardly like a sharp knife through butter It groans and fractures And along a squiggly line it splits in half The inside gleams It sparkles Shining at the thought that this is the first time it has ever been seen Rolling emerald hills cascade down its walls The crystals take the shape of the forest And manifest their own tiny solid mineral biosphere Resembling green tree tops from above A world exists within this rock And something about it makes me want to climb inside The tiny confines of this unsuspecting object Would be cozy, I'm sure Inside it would be quiet And smell of Earth Cool as glass I could get lost on its reflective slopes And traverse a landscape Never before seen, Never touched All my own