A diamond begins in the rough,
Hidden from all under the earth;
Sole are the eyes of the jeweler
As they set upon which is worth.
Just like a journey is enough
The goal shall not make man ruler
For in the shadow of small things
Grows the willow and its rains;
A melody with golden strings
Written, washed out – its rust stains,
Illuminates and scents the air
And, when the lips, in gentle blows
Provokes and sustains the long stares
– What is now gone may not be seen
Or what is lost in darkness flows –
Watch as becomes what should have been.
Shine bright like a diamond.