The Story of the Stone

There was once a little stone.
A part, it was of, of something great.
It fell onto a marshy land
And lay there unseen to those around.

Day and night stamped upon,
It lay there hopeless, drenched in dirt,
Far away from where it belonged,
Undiscovered a decade long.

Then came someone to this land.
-A brilliant sculptor who works with stones
That day the sun shone very brightly
Revealing the marsh’s hidden beauty.

Suddenly something sparkled below
Betraying a brilliance of the rarest kind
The artist could no longer hold himself.
Dived he into the dirt right away.

But all he found was a little stone.
Blackened by years of dust and dirt,
With no apparent form of splendor.
It surely didn’t seem a piece of wonder.

Yet the wise man took it home.
Cleaned and polished it day and night.
As the stains all went away,
The stone began to shine at last.

Lo, the man couldn’t believe his eyes.
A diamond it was! of utmost worth!
It kept on sparkling in all its brilliance
Throwing a myriad of radiant colors.

Now I’m a stone of great renown !
A dazzling beauty in the royal crown!
Telling the people my humble story
-How I became a piece of glory.