(Dialogue between a stone cutter and an uncut diamond)

A clever craftsman casts his gaze
upon the rocky ground.
An uncut diamond safely lies
with others all around. 

"Little diamond," (quoth the man),
"What do you desire?
shall you become a polished gem
that shines like liquid fire?"

"With my practiced, weathered tools
and time and skill (from me),
your rough appearance would become
a lovely entity."

"From dreary stone to burnished pearl
upon a lady's hand,
a jeweled sea that laps upon
the soft and golden sand."

The stone-smith smiled at the thought
of the riches he would own,
if that little diamond, rough and dark
became a precious stone.

He dropped the diamond on the ground,
and picked it up again.
Bent on gaining his reward,
the homeward walk began.

But the little diamond doth reply,
"Good sir I must concede
your offer sounds most wonderful
but a catch there is to heed."

"Although I may become divine
and cause folks to catch their breath,
a simple truth renders this null
for greed gives way to death."

"A cultured man turns ruthless
for my petty, flagrant charms.
O'er wealth and riches many wars
have forced men to bear arms."

"A lovely gem of any kind
would meet your finance crave,
But please, kind sir, just leave me be
my consciousness to save."

With that, the diamond, rough and dark
fell to the Earth once more
The stone-smith, in disgust and rage
returned hence nevermore.