Coloured gems –
Lots of them,
Tumble around
With a tinkling sound.
Given a shake,
They settle to make
A new design –
Just as fine.
A lovely sight;
A real delight.
Each pattern is fresh
And cannot be guessed.
Each pattern it holds
Is unique and bold.
At the patterns, I gaze;
My mind is amazed.
Patterns changing;
Ever rearranging.
Angela Wybrow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kaleidoscope-36/
