Violet
I made this to show how rare violet used to be, the book says that
it used to be a luxury but now it's accessible to everyone.
Amber Poem
I used to be tree sap
sticky and soft
dripping down bark
in the hot sun.
Years went by and I hardened
turning gold like honey.
Now I hold tiny things
that time forgot.
People wear me as jewelry
say I glow like sunlight.
But really I’m just old sap
that never let go.
My poem is about amber. Amber comes from tree sap that hardens over
time. I wrote from ambers point of view to show how it keeps memories from its past.
It's color reminds me of sunlight and how something old can still shine.
