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.
Can you see my deep blue? My azure hue,
The brightness and depth of my color?
I stand out in the earth,
A color of fantasy, of blues rarely seen
In Mother Earth's beautiful bounty.
And yet my color is entirely real.
However, it is soon gone;
I am a soft stone, a stone of weathering.
In time I will be gone,
Replaced by my sister Malachite.
I am temporary, fleeting.
But it is hard to forget my beauty,
Even after I am gone.
Who could forget my vibrant colors?
The blueness of night skies, of irises,
Of bluebells and bluejays?
I am the memory of things beautiful and vibrant.
I am the transformation of one beauty to another.
I am memory. I am vibrancy. I am transformation.
I am Azurite.