The Runaway

Glittering as the sun seeped through,

The room glowing in a gold evening hue,

I held the tiny droplet in my hand,

The intricate cuts and high demand,

I hid the gem and packed my bags,

Closed the blinds and straightened the straw rags,

The sandy rock walls, sparkling like crystals,

I open the door and hear the wind’s quiet whistle,

As I look back at my most treasured possession,

I bid goodbye to the home I once called a safe haven.