The Sapphire Poem by Axiom Wheeler

The sapphire,
The cold luscious blue stone,
Is mounted breathlessly on the mantel.

The sapphire,
Guarded with even a life,
Seems to carry a life itself.

The sapphire,
Causing man to wage war for money,
Is watched by even the fowel.

The sapphire,
Wanted with the lust of riches,
Stands lonely, untouched, unseen.

The sapphire,
Its beauty glowing with azure corundum,
Causing all to gawk, even the mantel which holds.