Rocks, so chiseled and grey clear as day.
Pebbles, small and shy, says goodbye
Stone, dense demon heavy and still
minerals maintained, thousands sanded, hundreds rocked
Whatever happens, granite will always be true
Obsidian, strong as a mighty force, is great compared to a fragile horse
Chalk, dry as dead but more lively as ever
Coal will cater to your every wim, don’t make him angry or he will win
Turbidite, sinks down below, living low wet as sea, can’t be caught by this sea anemone.
Flints a favorite, sparked and glowing brightly forever
Anthracite, round a rigid, something that won’t make you frigid
Marble many, deep is crystal in all its shimmering glory
Sapphire sets to the sky, but hidden with its compact alabi
Taaffeite is a plight shown many sides of life is dirts dream
Alexandrite is a rock of two colors, light shows out its true colors to flash its beauty.
Diamond is a dream, delicate and keen is clear to those who seek out the dubious diamond in the rough.
Ganister is a canister filled with with paint most prudent to the rock.
Basalt is the heated happiness that burns on.
