I stopped by your planet, but didn’t stay long, now someone’s missing a cow and the crops look wrong.

Where blooms convene, Green fingers weave a tranquil scene. Where veggies and blossoms softly blend, Oh, what a place to find a friend!

I fit in the palm of your hand, yet spill my colour when pressed. I’m sweet enough to eat alone, or make a dessert taste its best.

I sit beside the river flow, I also make your savings grow. One holds water, one holds cash, Same word, two jobs in a flash.

I grow in silence, sharp and bright, Catching rainbows in the light. Born from earth, yet clear as air, With hidden patterns sleeping there. I may be quartz, or ice, or gem, A tiny kingdom at my stem.