small enough to rest in my palm,
yet it casts light across great distances.
the crystal in the garden,
on its pedestal of ordinary stone,
at night becomes the universe,
galaxies shimmering in every facet.
at dawn, it stretches
long shadows, black as velvet.
by day, it is a prism,
splitting light into rainbows.
the crystal in the garden,
on its pedestal of ordinary stone,
at times luminous,
glowing with an inner fire.
it witnesses all without intervening.
it never fades.
even veiled in dust, its beauty remains,
waiting patiently for us to see.
the crystal in the garden—
pure calm, infinite.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge day 32/365
Image by AI.
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