The hammered golden surface is a story of history

Of travel

Of hardship

The rubies and diamonds glimmer

As they would have

Those many years ago.

Its shining pallor as unmarked

As the day it was created.

To be handed down from

Generation

To generation

To those who deserve it.

And what a work of art.

Its edges the surface of the moon

Its middle a medley of thoughts

The gems ideas

The swirls imagination.

Forged in a place so humble

Yet

Fit for a palace.