Love a youthful fountain,

Rose quartz dipped,

in a crystalline stream.

Washing the dirt, sweat, and grime,

of those who mined for it.

You wear me on your finger,

Wrapped around,

Finding a new home,

Away —

Away from the black lungs,

Away from her labor pains.

Where I might be donned,

By one who adores my pink sheen.

By a ray,

Like a golden Sun,

Letting my stone glow,

Ever brighter.

I reflect you…

Your strawberry Moon.