• Aquamarine is a cliff by the sea,
    And the kite flying on the beach below.
    It is a saxophone in New Orleans,
    The taste of vanilla in a cone.
    Aquamarine is the delicate blue of the sky
    And the cool azure night.
    It is the salty green of the sea,
    As it laps upon the shore.
    Aquamarine is the gentle roaring
    Of the seashell in your ear.
    It is the infant’s first blanket,
    The smell of coconut
    As it ripens in the sun.
    Aquamarine is happiness in blue and green.