“the meaning about the semi-precious stone picture jasper”

Beneath the ancient desert’s drawn-out sigh,  
Where ochre bands and dusky gold reside,  
A canvas gathers color from the sky—  
Picture Jasper, earth’s own story scribed.  

Not diamond-bright, nor rivaling the jade,  
Yet treasures pulse along your sandy veins;  
You hold the memory of hill and glade,  
The silent drift of long-forgotten rains.  

A thousand landscapes sleep behind your skin:  
Sunrise canyons, ancient rivers’ trace,  
The silhouettes of trees, the spirit within  
Echo in every subtle grain and face.  

You’re not for showy crowns or velvet halls,  
But for the dreamer’s hand and wanderer’s soul—  
A stone that in its painted silence calls  
Us back to wholeness, making fractured whole.  

O jasper, keeper of the world’s old song,  
You teach us earth remembers as it turns:  
In every humble stone, to us belong  
The lessons patience offers, and longing learns.

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