There is a granite
Washed in the mountain of stones.
He thinks he is mighty
Because he is unique from others.
He rejoices.
He laughs.
He acts tough and rough.
Then miners came.
They mine.
They dig.
They quarry.
They polish the stones
And they become diamonds.
Then it's the granite's time
To show his brilliance.
But he overheard
When the miners said, "what a waste".
Then they throw the granite
Along with the insignificant debris
And die a pitiful death.