Crystal sparkles— From within, with ores, Mineral, quartz, precious Commonalities from earths Core. Wind has attempted To make shy marks— falling Sorrowfully short and water Has edged and smoothed By centuries too of trying. This then was their show, A kind of immortal love, Everlasting by its trials, As even the sun knows, For a ley line, etched so fey, Runs each wild orbs circumference, Separates moss from clean stone, Tracing the path of a star.