A great an' immense amount o' pressure - combined with, just, enough intense heat - causes gems ta' grow, slow, in Gaia's cellar; - they're ta' be mined an' sold, cheap, on the street.
It seems, ta' me, that this act, nay - this feat, - will, always, be ta' cycle and repeat : - for - we humans love things that're shiny.
But - do we, all, take into full account - the true beauty o' these seas and these mount- -ains - that cause gemstones ta' form underground?
Aye - at least they bring, to the buyer's life, glee; - course' that's only if, "Yes," *is said - whilst on a knee.
April Third, Two-Thousand an' Seventeen. "Diamond" Poem Prompt, #NPMDiamond