Gemstone Poem by Tuwa Noor

Cover the supple blossom with passion,
Protect from natural insects and microorganisms
Give him a safe house,
Shield the radioactive poisons,
Mark a dark line with a shiny weapon on those greedy lips.

Primitive gemstones are hidden in the deep of the chest inside,
Cover it up with all magnificence and care.

All the forces of nature develop in their own way.
The brave foliage emerges by breaking the hard rock
and tangled with the air.
Holds enduring warmth in the chest,
A beautiful red flower sprouts in the plant that develops from a tiny seed.

Give him a fair share in all resources of world like light, air and water.

Remove all toxic elements from all terrain.
Let him grow like other forces of nature.
Let him walk along on this highway.