Saturday, November 12, 2016

Amber


Amber

Millions of years ago
A tree stood in the tropical heat
Then something happened
A wound opened
It just cut through the bark
Still the tree bled
A thick golden syrup
Swallowing all it touches
Until it reaches the grass below
The tree died so long ago
The syrup stayed on
Through heat and cold
Flood and drought
And it became a gemstone
Admired and loved
A treasure with a piece of ancient life
Something more valuable than gold

And it all came from a tree

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