The rock is unearthed. <br />A diamond is born. <br />Unclear and jagged, <br />What it will become, <br />Is what it already is. <br />It just doesn't know it yet. <br />Handled delicately, and finely crafted, <br />It begins to take shape. <br />It does not transform on it's own, <br />But at the hands of another. <br />Someone who see it's potential, <br />And knows all along, what it truly is. <br />When it is done, <br />It shines for the world to see. <br />Once, just a vision, now real. <br />It took the one that believed in it, <br />To shape it, to polish it, <br />And show it what it was all along. <br />He believed in the diamond in the rough. <br />As I believe in you. <br />For I know you have what it takes, <br />To one day, shine brighter than the rest. <br />You are the diamond in the rough. <br />Shine on!<br /><br />Ryan Lee Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diamond-in-the-rough-7/
