Deep down in the depths of earth, with chemicals composing
There’s a liquid running rock, that’s formed without exposing
Cooling as the crystals form, with colours individual
Hidden hardened beauty, as times eons keep a vigil
With the worlds detritus covering, and death that’s decomposing
We could overlook this beauty, with ignorant supposing
But in Gods time uncovered, with washing from the skys
The light will shine upon this rock never seen by human eyes
Though it’s beauty’s easily seen, in the mountain with its ledges
It’s molding isn’t finished, with its rough and sharpened edges
Into the river it must go to be washed up on the beach
To be ground and pounded by the waves, and the lessons life must teach
Soon well rounded and polished smooth, its beauty not diminished
Positioned in its rightful place, the rock has now been finished
We could call this granite, or we could call this me
For the process is the identical, with results the same to see.
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