We spiral down the corals,
lightly dusted with speckles of gold
that shine blue and purple
as the rays brush against it.
The beauty is not displayed long,
before pain, hate and destruction
scour the dirt embedded in the land
reigning with chaos as it buries
the once speckles of bliss.
Riches such as this are not made to be found
for then any soul could hunger over
and destroy the purity of the matter.
So sift cautiously and the gems shall show.