(This poem is in my book, available at Amazon.)
A merchant, wise, spreads out his wares
So passing buyers see;
Attracted to the beauty, they
Inspect admiringly.
The one who’s selling precious stones
Found deep inside a mine,
Will lay their sparkles up against
A background, so their shine
And color contrast with the cloth
That he on table lays,
Thus framing them and drawing forth
The greatest gushing praise.
And so it is with those rare jew’ls
On which mankind has gazed
Through all the ages we’ve sojourned –
And still we are amazed.
The poets pen; the songsters sing;
The lovers’ hearts are warmed;
The dreamer ponders mysteries,
And all are daily charmed.
Those shining gems against the black,
God placed precisely, right.
Like diamonds, He spread stars against
The velvet of the night.
The Bard on the Hill 