Natural Relic, Comely Artifact

A pristine, hidden stone Lying in a crevice all it's own No coroding wind, human hand to bemoan Virgin beauty to a pilfering world unshown Steely mason's hand o'er rocky divide did skim Extracting rocks at a sculptor's whim Purloined quarry removed with shearing shade, shoring shim Forthwith, bartered nature; bridled pilgrim In artisan's shop fodder to shape to trim It's ruddy face chiseled, cut around each rim Rough surface sanded yielding a polished diadem Once jaded stone translated into comely artifact so prim