Goddess' Gift

On her birthday She was given a sphere of granite.
Shining with many colors Blue , green, and gold.
Her father said that it was a planet,
A very precious gift, or so I'm told.

She carried it about in her pocket,
with the other things she loved too.
A key, a coin, and her mothers old locket
The silk lace from a her old dance shoe.

If you blew on the orb, remove it's shadowy mist.
You could see mountains, steams and meadows of green.
And the people, oh the tiny people who lived there in bliss.
This gift is the greatest thing you've ever seen.

As she grew older her play time was less,
there was school, and galaxies to tend,
the responsibilities of a Goddess I guess.
The occasional boy and a broken heart to mend.

Consumed by travelling from here to there,
meeting new faces, how her time was spent.
Her precious things fell out of her care.
The tarnish on the sphere, more from her neglect.

With a rush the years went by,
so quickly had her time been wrought,
She returned home and began to cry,
So hurt by the lesson taught.

So you see when the sky brings rain,
remember things precious in our care.
Tis the Goddess' lesson of pain,
An orb of granite and why we are there.

For Katrina and Alyssa