Hidden far beneath our feet
Formed in eons past
Born of forces we have not dreamed of
Except in our wildest nightmares
Made of fire and pressed into being
Passion kept within the earth
And as the ardour slowly cools
Over unimaginable time
The beauty is revealed
By raging torrents, lashing rain
Baked and frozen over a million lifetimes
Scoured and caressed long before we knew
Then to uncover ancient charms
Of crystal, grain and colour
Taking hard, irregular stone
And seeking out the hidden, perfect forms
That wait for skilled and gentle hands
To reveal their purpose
BurtleBard
7th July 2009
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