Caves

Everyone talks of nature, as if it is a leaf on a tree,
With a sun shining, bees buzzing, and an outraged gush of breeze;
Whooshing, whipping and warping, with no reason or rhyme.
But nature’s true gems not lie above the earth,
For it is the unknown fascination, of earth’s hollowed crust,
That is as beautiful as diamond, as gleaming as gold.
Tucked away from the sun’s overjoyed light,
Lies a planet beneath our own; a world encased by a world.
With churning creeks that spiral to a void,
And sheets of gleaming granite stone, carved by the glossy chisel of Gaia.
Stalagmites prodding up, like a giant’s colossal blade,
As monolithic as mountains that stab the sky in two.
And the drip-drop of diluted water, onto an ancient patch of moss,
Intertwined amongst spikes and Talons of geometrically-fine crystal,
Sprouting up in all directions.
Some Amethyst, some Quartz, impaling the cave’s gliding walls.
And spanning the cave’s claustrophobic passages, with blinding, radiant beauty.