Before the mountains touched the sky,
Before the rivers learned to roam,
The Earth was writing quiet tales
Deep beneath its ancient home.

With crystal walls and veins of gold,
With agates banded, bold and bright,
It shaped its treasures patiently
Far beyond the reach of light.

A weathered stone beside a trail,
A sparkling geode split in two,
A piece of jasper, smooth with time—
Each has a story waiting for you.

The rockhound knows to slow their pace,
To watch the ground with hopeful eyes,
For sometimes life’s greatest treasures
Are hidden in the smallest size.

No fanfare greets a crystal found,
No trumpet sounds, no banners wave,
Just quiet joy within the heart,
A gift the ancient Earth once gave.

Collect them not for wealth alone,
Nor simply for a shelf to fill.
Collect them for the wonder found
In nature’s quiet, timeless skill.

For every stone has traveled far,
Through fire, pressure, wind, and sea.
Long before we walked this world,
It waited patiently…

To be discovered.

— Ginger