A huge amber in the making, fossilized resin with tree inside.
Tree resembling a twig, a leaf, branches resembling veins dried.
Precious gemstone waiting to be formed, valued priceless.
Adorning heirlooms of memories, to be passed on to generations.
But only the resin being the golden orange sunlight, but only the amber our world.
The heirloom a morning cherished and saved, in the locker of our hearts impearled.