Meet the Sharp
part of the family.

I’m famous! When I appear in public, the cameras go wild. Your flash, my glow, we flood the place with light.

You want to know my colour, the nature of my light? Then throw some fragile pearls down onto these rocks. Now I’m broken. And I’m white.

I never hide my age. Every day, I walk past your house, silver hairs swaying proudly in the breeze. 

Invincible. That’s how I feel inside. Silver gray like a coat of arms, ready for the fight.

Rooted firmly, grounded, down to earth. Nothing knocks me off my feet. I’m brown by nature, warm to the touch and full of natural goodness.

I like the dusk. Come find me between day and night, when evening lights fade into matt blackness.