A rugged cliff, hardened by time, honed by ice
Petrified by millions of years
Calmly guards its secret, does not say
Won’t breathe a word about the treasure inside
Deep in the depths of the rock, in the cold cradle of the rocky shell
A thousand jewels rest, waiting for light
To awaken them, make them glimmer Like fire and ice and stars in the sky
Mother Nature’s treasure waiting to be discovered

Design Liesbeth Busman