Hunt only the good

If U found me where I lay, U’d scoop and pick me up

For I am a piece of the ocean’s sway, and U want some beauty in U’r cup

I am a chip of the Volcano fine, that tore the waters assunder

U R a hunter of shardwork time, collecting your fragments of wonder.

So put me in that patch of U’r satchel, carry me to treasure troves quiet.

Keep that heart of U’rs far from each Black Hole, feed rather on Eyes of Light diet.