Emerald, unfold! Are you alive?

I have heard that crystals live.

Walk, on glinting polished points.

Talk, a rush of cold green smoke.

Fly across the room.

I recall a fairy girl who hid behind an emerald.

She was fire, dressed in red

And used the emerald to shield her

From an airy presence.

I love that shade, like summer grass,

Love the surface, cut at angles.

Place it in my jewel box.