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