The Topaz glow of

The morning sun hit

The Sapphire mirror

Of the lake to get reflected

On the swathe blanket

Of Emerald grass dotted

With Ruby red flowers

And diamond dewdrops

The sun turned Citrine,

Shining over Aventurine shrubs

And Opal buds at noon.

The West, well lit,

Glows over Peridot leaflings

Scattering Agate circles of

The evening sun.

The sky is now a deep

Tanzanite, with a full moon pearl

Dominating quartz stars.

Alas, all these gems

Adorn my mother's corpse,

To accompany her on her

Journey to the afterlife.

Well, mother's name is Nature