is hewn from the rock
that bore it, is taken and cut by
masters of the craft, finding the facets
that so adorn it, making a gem so
precious, guaranteed to last.
Who first saw it?
Who first guessed
it’s beauty? Who cut the
first stone, ‘ere perceiving it’s light?
Are we like the fine diamond, Is our potential
ever shining? Crafted as individuals,
our facets gleaming,
star shine bright….