Jewelry Poem by Harmony Copeland

Walking into the department store, the jewelry calls my name.
As I make my way to the section of jewels, they blind me with their shiny beauty like meeting another car on the highway.
First, I see the dangling earrings hanging on their limbs like leaves.
The different colors, paints a beautiful, bright rainbow in the air.
Next, I make my way to the necklaces. Hanging from the racks like vines.
Touching everything in site
Trying not to buy anything with all my might.
Now, it’s time to leave the store,
Maybe next time I can see some more.