When I look under microscope......
Holding key to the past
They sit pretty at a place
Some windblown…some water flown
Some wear and tear…here and there
Withstanding for millions of years
Keeping all the record of nature
The rocks that are hard on the surface
Have many soirees locked within them
When I look under microscope
Faithful to the core...testimony to time
The tiny minerals reveal to me
All those stories with beautiful textures
Never think it’s just a stone…handle them with care
Mother earth herself dwells in these rocks!
Poets United: Midweek Motif ~ Science