I am memory, I am vibrancy, I am transformation

I am a stone of vibrancy. Though I will turn to Malachite someday, my beauty will live on.


Vibrant, dazzling, bright azure;

I stand out in the earth,

A color of fantasy, blues rarely seen.

And yet my color is entirely real.

However, it is soon disappeared;

I am a fleeting stone, a weathering stone.

In time I will be gone,

Replaced by my sister Malachite.

But it is hard to forget my beauty;

The blueness of night skies, of irises,

Of bluebells and bluejays.

I am the memory of things vibrant,

The transformation of one beauty to another.

I am memory. I am vibrancy. I am transformation.

I am Azurite.