She's like a diamond
only imperfect,
the flaw inside.
The sides are smooth and spectacular,
she's a catalyst for endless light.
She's set as stone,
but unlike stone she speaks.
Her voice cures like melodies,
and her way with words works wonders on my ears.
She's endlessly giving,
abundant as the air,
but tainted she is,
growing greener with illness everyday.
I wish there were a way to save her,
but she must wish for it herself.
She gives to the forces of nature freely,
she throws caution to the wind.