Thank Grandfather to all for the gift of ground on which we walk and build;
Forged from the ancients
of fire and water;
Pressed in layers
Cooled, sometimes morphed into sparkling crystals
capturing our gaze
to remind us of
the bounties of its broken pieces finely ground by time into the soil from which we gather our feasts and forests; and deep within its basic elements we carve away to capture the energy that fuels our gadgets: Grandfather, Thanks.