This pearl. Ah, this beautiful, precious pearl.
Creamy, buttery; rich and velvety.
A teardrop. Wrought beneath the churning swirl
Of a deep and unfathomable sea.
A tear shed for unobserved injury
Penetrating calcareous armour;
Weeping silently; seeking serenity
And embracing quietude with ardour.
The injured life gives way to a treasure
Near unimaginable. Beguiling.
A jewel in life beyond true measure.
Natural and pure. A gift of being.
The world is our oyster. Imperfect. Whole.
The pearl - a lithe and unencumbered soul.