Rough Cut Life

It is a tad bit sudden, for the others cruel,

To be discovered  that you were no fool,

So, silently opens the blooming flower,

Preceding a fragrance, form the dredges to the high towers.

From the jagged black rock shines the sparkling stone,

If one had not seen, none would have known,

Out from the darkness of others where it appears, it beams,

To the jewelers eye it catches ,it gleams,

To have risen up separated, from being blamed for ways of others,

Why jealous do others feel ? And envy others feel? You can try and appeal,

Are we to know when to rise and fall?

Who to support and whom to stall?

But ,

Support we must ,stall we must,

Rise we must and fall we must,

And such we fall that we turn to ash, to turn to dust,

yet,

 Then the time goes, wind blows, and tumbling white water flows,

The dust rises in throes, scattering and compressing,

 Funneling, caressing and shaping,

Turning into statues, monuments ,and tall buildings,

Tall ,strong ,hard ,set in platinum and gold,

Magnificent, unique, superb and splendid,

Articulate and candid,

A rough cut stone ,a rough cut life.