Crystals Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Midnight blue skies, deepened by the sorrow held inside.

Gingerly held with gentle fingertips, afraid of crushing
or dropping the crystals of life.

Delicately laced together, becoming each one's futures,
they are embroidered with care.

Interlocking, as in a jigsaw puzzle, each piece is
individualistic in it's own right.

No two are exactly the same, yet all have the capacity of
the identical human nature.

Developing talents that lie within each one, brings about
this change.

Our world becomes a rainbow of talent - none of the same.