A liquid cloak for walls to wear, Brightens spaces with a flair, With every stroke, new stories bare, A coat of magic, rich and rare.

First part: where the sea meets the sandgrains. Next: where you go when you have terrible pains. Together we protect your tabletop from stains.

You sit on me when you can't decide. But don't you know the grass is always greener on the other side?

I gaze at stars, and galaxies far, A window to space, that's my shining star, With lenses aligned, I bring the view near, Revealing wonders, that are simply clear, Helping dreams, to see a little further.

I think I’ve lost them. Glass orbs for play. Metamorphic rock.