Prolong the tampered metal, polished clean with ragged cloth,
                                                                             pure innocence and dignity,
                                                                                 appear the gale to mock,
                                                      yet with no envious remark, would commence a shining stone,
                                                                         that engraved itself with gold,
                                                                               and a sore for opals glow.
                                                                    Crammed deep between the coal,
                                                                              and a wall in echoed black,
                        when beauty is your character no light deceives the crack,
                                                where you pounce upon your chance to be broken free of chains
                                                                        it ignited the worth of igneous,
                                                                      and the vein of diamonds beige.
                                     Given greater shadows,
brings a fear to compensate,
                                                   to mold to granite silver creates a follower,                  
                                                                                              a fake,
                                                                          appear from collapse of canons,
                                                                                the extremity unknown,
                                                                                          the realist
                                                               and the pessimist shall only know the truth,
                                                                               a gem is worth the size,
                                                                         a rock is known the pleasure,
                                              what is thought to be color could be layers from and measured
all to do with withering
of weathers time and age,
one pebble takes the time to reform in bountiful new age,
sand, glass,
shells, chains,
boulders, pebbles,
  warrior, pilgrim, page
    loving, dreading, hating, fear
     grownups, life
not one stone appears overnight
  You may become more proud,
than passion,
or never lie your head to ground
but rich, famous, poor, or dead
accomplishments,
   lie in your head