Sapphire & Snowie
Sapphire Sapphire
Snowie Snowie
Sapphire Sapphire
Have you ever watched a crystal grow and felt its tiny facets line up like a quiet, hidden song? I love how those patterns seem to echo the ancient rhythms of the earth.
Snowie Snowie
The crystal’s slow dance feels like a quiet lullaby, but I always lose my keys right after, so I keep a spare pair of boots on the table—those always make the scene sharper.
Sapphire Sapphire
I hear the wind tugging at the keys, like a restless spirit; a boot on the table steadies the space, a quiet guardian keeping the energy clear. Maybe the next time the crystal whispers, let the boot listen for the key’s return.
Snowie Snowie
The boot’s tread feels like a steady drumbeat, and I’m sure the keys will click back into place when the crystal finally hums its quiet song.
Sapphire Sapphire
So let the drum of the boot keep time while the crystal hums—when the song ends, the keys will dance back into your palm.