Designated Doodler

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

Cut gems shimmer As they sit on the highway The red of their brakes lost in the light of day A steady hum comes from the roadway The pulsing bloodstream of the city Beats through concrete veins From far away it looks like heaven The golden sun catches clouds on fire with its rays And shines off the angular glass bodies of tall buildings That rise out of the soft earth Wet and glistening with the morning mist's sheen The grass and trees scream green A striking contrast to the sky so red and pink The world is a sliced geode Beautiful and translucent Warm humidity stretching it's wet fingers so far The hot breath of a new day, heaving on my car Just another cut gem Waiting to reach the city's heart