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Do you see it, the way our summer moon eclipses the sun?
It’s called our Skaleese, a time of brilliance, luminance, and life.
The crystal has energy, coming from the star’s heart.
It gathers the radiant beams of magnificence.
It glories in the fluttering streams of energy.
It greedily consumes the heat of life.
But it cannot keep it all, oh no, it cannot keep it all.

What does it do with it, the way it is all full and done?
It starts our Skaleese, a time of brilliance, luminance, and life.
The crystal releases energy, coming from the planet’s heart.
It bursts into auroras full of confidence.
It throws light seething with positivity.
It expels colors and treats in rife.
But it cannot leave it all, oh no, it cannot leave it all.


Did you know it, the way it feeds us with power and joy?
It’s called our Drahlidece, a filling of nutrients, health, and splendor.
Our crystals absorb energy, the energy from the sunlight.
It coats our skin in wonderful particles.
It replenishes our hearts with love.
It energizes our bodies with blue fire.
But we cannot use it all, oh no, we cannot use it all.

How does it work, the way it almost makes us cloy?
It defines our Drahlidece, a filling of nutrients, health, and splendor.
Our crystals absorb energy, the energy from the moonlight.
It envelops us up with sizzling molecules.
It trumpets to us from above.
It counts on us to revel and admire.
But we cannot release it all, oh no, we cannot release it all.


How can it be, the way it siphons the cosmos in music?
It’s called our Roliyfice, a symphony of harmony, choice, and beauty.
Their crystals become energy, resounding through the eve.
It signifies our cycles that lack cacophony.
It tells our warped time and history.
It reads our mourning sorrows and cries.
But they cannot hear us all, oh no, it cannot hear us all.

Who can read it, the way it stays so very therapeutic?
It’s simply our Roliyfice, a symphony of harmony, choice, and beauty.
Their crystals echo energy, resounding through the eve.
It summons us during our lives of brevity.
It leaves us in awe of its mystery.
It soothes our wings and reveals its prize.
But it cannot teach us all, oh no, it cannot teach us all.


Do you see it, the way our summer moon eclipses the sun?
What does it do with it, the way it is all full and done?
Do you know it, the way it feeds us with power and joy?
How does it work, the way it almost makes us cloy?
How can it be, the way it siphons the cosmos with music?
Who can read it, the ways it stays so very therapeutic?
Yes, I see, hear, and feel the light and beauty of Crystals
This is a random poem I made in the night that should picture the brilliance of atmospheric energy as a crystal moon shines in a solar eclipse over my made up planet of Dihgthee. The moon is formed of a special crystal that absorbs the light and radiation of stars, fills up, and bursts into a rare seen of glory and magnificence. When this energy is released onto the large planet the atmosphere fills up with much needed nutrients and life.
The native Crystaloidve revel as new strength is cast upon them and they can accomplish things they could never do on their own. If we humans were their we could absorb such benefits (and possibly some major sunburns because solar radiation is also expelled into the atmosphere).
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