Stitched in glittering black rows along a shawl,
Sewn in sparkling midnight-blue splendour on an evening gown,
Embelishing a top with silver,
They sell them in packets,
They sell them in jars,
Shining with a million tiny sun-reflections,
Shimmering on the craft-shop's display window,
Someday they will be part of something wonderful.