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.