Diamond bright, the sky at night. …
You look at a picture of any of the planets or satellites and you think:
Pretty, round and perfect. Like fine pearls.
They are jewels but they are uncut, in the rough, they have sharp edges. We live on the prettiest of them and don't see it.
We see places that are beautiful and if we don't happen to own that part of it we allow it to be spoiled by development. But by and large we tend to just keep memories of it in our hearts and desert the fact it is to be treasured as an whole.
Not blocks sidled off for holidays and secreted for occasional pleasures when we take a break from the world.
What are we?