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.